Buried in the tall grass, no one would be able to find us even if they were trying, there was no one for hours from where we were, just you and I in o...r secluded haven. We wrestle playfully, rolling around through the grass, I pin you down, pick a dandelion and blow it in your face laughing at your surprised reaction. You roll me onto my back easily, pinning my petite young eighteen year old body down with your much stronger and built frame. Grabbing a dandelion yourself you hold it in front of. You pulled away, smiling, but shook your head. "No, I don't think I can trust you," you said solemnly, and again reached for the pillow, this time pulling out the silk scarves."Scott," I said, half laughing, half alarmed, "You are NOT going to tie me up... !"And you smiled. "That's exactly what I'm going to do." Acknowledging my protests ("Yes, honey, I know how mad you are. This is very bad of me. Yes, it's really, really bad, I know it, but trust me, you're gonna love it.") Calmly, coolly,. I mean I can't exactly say I was blameless with our sex life going stale, I constantly Bitched and moaned and I was very really adventurous sexually.One afternoon I noticed James was itching to go out so so I called his bluff and said I was going out to me a friend. I disappeared and returned around half an hour later to find another car on our drive. I crept back into the house sneak towards living room where I found James lying back on the sofa with another woman now between his legs his cock. Quite a few girls at work made me cum in my pants - looking through Miss Joanne's office window seeing Her in a very-stretched blouse, looking out a window as Miss Joanne walked past in a tight top, (twice), seeing girls sitting in short dresses in the canteen, watching Miss Jackie on the tennis courts, and so on. These were girls I was obsessed with, so as well as masturbating as I thought about them week in week out, I longed to cum watching them for real, just pressing lightly against a.