“I can agree to that.”“…and let me tie your wrists behind your back, too,” Philip finished in barely a whisper.My wife blushed, but she was ...miling. “I always suspected you were the kinky one of the group,” she admitted slyly. She gave her consent.Philip slowly reached out and slid Amanda’s bra up her chest, gliding his palms over her perfectly-formed 34C breasts as he did so. His hands lingered over her engorged melons as he gently played with them, squeezing them and gnashing them. It was so hot watching the other girls’ faces as they got fucked from the other side of the glory holes. I leaned down close to the dark haired girl’s face. She was breathing hard, moaning in pleasure. The big cock fucking my pussy came in a warm blast. Again, another hard dick slid in and took his place. I brought my lips close to hers, testing, kissing her lightly, watching her green eyes flutter as I described my pleasure. “Fuck yes,” I moaned. “A guy just came in my cunt, and then another. As he wandered off down the road... I looked after him... Ivaguely recognised him. Old age pensioner from another road. Iraced across to my house... listened and was inside and up thestairs in one swift move.Back in my flat... coat off... sitting at my kitchen table... Iwas elated. I'd done it... a proper walk... "Ignore himLOVE!!!!"... he'd not read me... !! Ok... bad eyesight anddark... but what the hell!! I was over the moon. Half an hourlater I was bouncing off walls... on such a high.... ."So why can't I live there? It would save me rent money. Besides..." You have two little girls!" I finished for her. Everybody laughed."They love you -- you know that?" Cheryl asked me."I'm everybody's huggy bear," I rumbled, pretending to be put upon by the whole thing."Cheryl, Donnie OWNS us. He doesn't OWN you!" Darla objected."Honey, he can't OWN you; he knows that, even if YOU don't," Cheryl argued. "Besides, what does that mean, exactly? What is the difference? What is the benefit to.