My head was pulled back, so that though I was bent over, my face was held up. My wrists were pulled more tightly together in the front. And the rope... between my legs dug tightly into me, pressing against me there (I hate using dirty words for my vagina) and making themselves at home in my ass-crack. Dan smiled at the expression on my face as Blondie did this. The rope, tightened, was tied to the wooden bar, and it was finished. I was trussed like a turkey. Blondie took a second. “What did you think about the ending?” she asked kind of not knowing how to word it I managed to come up with “it was great but yours will be better” and with that I helped her out of her panties and into a sitting position with her legs spread on the toilet and started to put my dick into her but then I thought about it and realized I really didn’t want to take my sisters virginity in a bathroom it just seemed like it should be different, more special so I just ate her out again taking care to. * * * * *Another one of his favorite flashes to do with his wife was to frequent the only women's clothing store left in the mall that still had curtains instead of doors on the dressing rooms. A voyeur's paradise, men who normally hate being dragged to go shopping with their wives and girlfriends, encouraged their wives and girlfriends to take their time in the dressing room so that they could ogle the nearly naked women standing behind the dressing room curtains. Yet, men weren't the only. "Out, get you out of there," I said as with my hand and fingers I plucked her from out the creek mire to save the life of my fairy-Sprite. "Bad enough to be a man made a satyr and then deposed to have a fluttering Sprite, you do know how to be an added problem!" I said, as I felt indignation right then."Yes sir, me sorry for having bumped your sexy butt. Part of my being here is to help you have the inclination to get properly aroused by a male or female anything." My Sprite said to me."I am.