I kept my eyes closed and appreciated the quiet house. I centered myself with deep breaths, opening my pussy with every inhale. (It’s my own form of...naughty yoga.)While lying there, I heard my husband coming back up the steps. Honestly, I don’t even remember him leaving. So when he came over to the bed, I knew he had something dumb on his mind. To my surprise, he wrapped a blindfold around my eyes.“You could’ve just asked me to keep my eyes closed,” I seductively teased.Instead of responding,. You look over your shoulder and smile at my hungry glare. “Better get a good look tiger. Once you’ve given me what I want, the fun ends for the night and it’s under the covers I go, to sleep. So you may want to make it last a while,” You wink naughtily. As you bend over and peel away your thong, I remove my belt and shoes and begin to undo my pants before you interrupt me. “Ah-ah-ah, you’re to keep those clothes on. We wouldn’t want you to be able to so easily attempt taking advantage of a. " She gave me that delightful grin. "But if you want to, go ahead. I'll be waiting at home with my legs spread and my mouth open." I want children," I said. "Will you..."She launched herself into me, squealing and burying me in kisses. "I'll have as many as you want," she sighed.Monica was next. Again I sat in the straight chair, and I didn't tell Monica what to do. She entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't say anything. She stood, took one step toward me, and waited. When I. ‘Hello stranger!’ Martin was rummaging through the offerings on display at a bi-monthly flea market. He had a passion for old toy cars and had found some bargains here in the past. He disliked organised toy fairs, the stall holders were professionals looking to turn a profit, at the flea market it was either people clearing out their lofts or charities with the contents of other people’s lofts. Martin turned from the tressel table of tat and looked down at the pretty dark haired woman who.