‘I’m no stranger Baby. Not when I can tell you your most intimate thoughts.’ ‘Are you going to let me in so you can stop feeling so wet and ho...ny?’ she asks me. I hang my head in shame. ‘I’ve never thought this way. What are you doing to me?’ ‘Say it Baby, out loud. Tell me you’re wet and horny.’ ‘How…how are you doing this? Mmmmm. I’m wet and horny. Oh!’ ‘Do you want me to do something about you being wet and horny?’ My mind is unable to fight it and I step aside allowing her to pass and. As she settled back onto the bed she gripped the silk binding her wrists firmly to the headboard directly above her head.This time the hands were directly on her body, a laugh like a silver bell teased her tensing muscles. Those slender fingers trailing over her ribs like a maestro checking piano keys. There came a dip as the hands bent in to stroke the taut midsection that sloped away from the cage creeping towards her yearning mound."I would have bound those lovely stems of yours if I'd known. She seldom wore a bra as she didn't really need one at first, but as she went on the pill they seemed to swell a little. Lovely sensitive nipples that were really long when aroused.The first night we "did it" was a week night. we were out at Rosin Dubhs bar, and Lydia had on a hippyish skirt & holdups, and a loose cotton checked shirt. Several pints of Guinness later (She could drink me under the table) and we were on the way back to her flat. Arms around each other, stopping to kiss deep, our. It was two rooms, kitchen; flat was very nice. She offered me a cup of tea and i said yes then she went to kitchen just shaking her big ass my cock just got bigger and i run to the toilet. She just had bath few hour ago so her clothes are in the toilet. I pick her panty and smell it, it smell exactly like her favorite perfume strawberry i can’t hold so i keep smelling it and at the place of her pussy it has very addictive smell and after smelling it i can’t control myself and masturbate there..