When I'm home alone (my wife works evenings as a nurse supervisor)she will often stop over and chat. When she does she seems to take every opportunity...to give me a long, lingering down blouse look at the twins. She always wears sexy, lacy (probably Victoria's Secret) bras that really accentuates the cleavage. She will stand right in front of me, bend over to pet the dogs and let her blouse hang open for a good long look! (She NEVER does that when my wife or her hubby is around, so I know it's. La miro, ella está sonriendo, abre la boca y saca toda su lengua para mí, mueve la punta de arriba abajo, es preciosa, rubia con dos coletas a los lados que le dan un aire más juvenil, su lengua me provoca. Bajo la mirada, miro su cintura al aire, su precioso ombligo, levanto la mirada, ella se relame, mueve su pie lo aplasta contra mi paquete, lanzo un gemido, no me muevo del asiento. Vuelve a mover su pie, ahora la punta de su zapato intenta meterse debajo de mí, noto su zapato debajo de mis. I went to bed after getting quite aroused looking at Osborn sitting topless in the bed. She was naked, but the sheets covered her pubic area. But since she was sitting her breast were exposed and her nipples were hard and pointed. I knew she was flirting, but I really didn't want her to stop. Besides it was a good test of my will power.When we left the room for our morning run at 6AM, we were both dressed for it. Me in a cheap gray sweat shirt and matching gray pants. Oz was dressed a little. That evening on the big bed I related all my strange experiences with Debbie. I described the clever trick she had played with the locking cock ring and the strange techniques she employed during our attachment. Eventually, my friends started twitching on the bed and giggling as they surreptitiously reached for their zappers. The remainder of the story was left until morning because the tale of the clitty lock had been the final straw.The evening degenerated into a game of 'hunt the zapper' as.