" Mitch said.Gloria squirmed as her mind flashed back to doing the laundry wash this morning. She had found a pair of Mitch's cum soaked knickers in t...e basket as she sorted the dirty laundry in to piles. She had put the wet panties to her nose and sniffed. Oh the smell of teenage pussy. She had become moist between the legs, her nipples stiff, as she thought about licking the wet spots. Tentatively the tip of her tongue touched the wet spot. The sweat and pussy juice stained panties smelled. That’s your fantasy, isn’t it?” When least expected, opportunity will come for you, won’t it? Six months of writing filthy fictitious stories and years of masturbating to public-sex fantasies came to check the reading on my freak-meter. The responsibleness in me resisted; I was a grown woman. The wetness in me wanted; hell, I was a grown woman. Nevertheless, I offered a justified push back. “I don’t know you.” “Makes it all the more interesting, does it not?” Ugh, it did. But I didn’t dare. It was still too cold, and the trees were dripping. They returned to the front parlor. They weren’t the only couple, but Andy sat on the piano bench and held her on his lap. They looked out the window with the piano shielding most of their bodies from others’ eyes. Andy not only held her tits like that, he started stroking her legs. He kept his hands outside her clothes, however. She didn’t get to kiss him much, but he continually scattered kisses over what he could reach -- her neck, her ears,. "These rings are locked in place and will only be removed by me, is that clear?" I nodded.She then attached a thin line to the strap around my balls and ran that through a pulley above me. I watched as she selected a small weight and attached it to the other end and let it hang. Immediately I felt the pull on my ball sack. I started to buck, and stopped as fast when the weight started to bob and move with my movements."You had better lay still, or I will add to the weight and it will pull your.