"Go get the bottle of wine and the glasses," he said, holding the trunk's lock in his hand, staring at it, as if trying to remember the combination. W...en I had returned, he had the trunk open and was rummaging through the contents. “There was a time during my parents marriage when sex became somewhat passionless, a routine. They began to experiment. my involvement with my parents and their parties was one aspect of this. This was another," he said, holding up a whip and a leather collar with a. The horses bolted toward the men, further distracting them, and knocking the one who had come for them on his rear. John was running forward by now, kicking the man sitting on the ground in the chin as he came by, and up close among the remaining four, who had just been run over by a herd of horses. Well, they had been outnumbered two to one, anyway. The two children, being nomadic children and as such much more capable that the modern kind, had each taken up the knife John had left for them in. He just couldn't keep his hands off me and he is gross. I'll never look at him the same way."I promised to not do anything she didn't want and Susan slid into the bed beside me. She immediately spooned me, nestling her large butt against my crotch, while my arms engulfed her across her breasts - but still outside the shirt. Almost immediately I could feel Susan responding, despite her reservation. And I responded in turn, quickly becoming hard as a rock. Susan could feel me and she pushed back. It was on one of my infrequent attempts to get her to have sex that I discovered something that led to the next level of my perversion. We had been out at a social and were both a bit tipsy and in a good mood. When we climbed into bed I started to caress her, but she quickly stiffened and just lay there looking at the ceiling. In a huff I went downstairs to watch TV. After a while I decided to go to bed and give it another try by being extra loving and not so lustful. My bedside light was still.