‘Do you hear me complaining?’ ‘No, but it’s so unlike me,’ Karen said. ‘Well, whatever it is, I like it,’ I reassured her. ‘You don...��t think I’m awful, wanting to get laid all the time?’ she asked. ‘I don’t think you’re awful. I told you, Karen. I’m not complaining.’ I knew I should have stopped there. I mean, just by controlling the opening and closing of the door, I had my wife on my sexual schedule. Most couples I know have differing schedule. The husband usually wants it more than the. Kate chuckled to herself; it reminded her of an old Laurel and Hardy sketch. Her attention was immediately drawn to a lean, tall, handsome looking man who emerged from the house and went running over. He was dressed in a pair of stonewashed jeans and a tight-fitting grey t-shirt which almost looked painted onto his upper body. It seemed to hug his torso in all the right places and really showed off his defined physique. Kate unconsciously licked her lips. “Aww guys, come on! Be careful with. I reached my hands out putting them on her titties and began to play with them. "Why don't you take your shirt off and let me see your sweet titties? They feels so nice and I like the way they jiggle, come on please show them to me." She hesitated for a moment then sat back in the chair and pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor. My eyes began bulging when I saw her beautiful cone shaped tits pointing straight out at me. I ran my fingers across her dark brown nipples and. Perhaps I should clear out my cupboards you never know I might find something interesting.It did almost straight away, a pair of handcuff from a 'Detective kit' I must have gotten when I was a kid. You couldn't actual lock them but to release them all you had to do was press a little button on the top.What you doing?" yelled my sister Kath.I was still sitting on the floor as she walked into my room and stared down at me."What's that you've got?" she said.Kath had just turned fourteen with a.