“Did you… did you do anything to me?”“Not just then,” Jake said, stroking her hair.“Oh.” There was a moment of silence. “...OH!”“H...h… yeah.”“Daddy, you perv!”“Says the one who’s getting off while calling out to me.”“Well, yeah, okay. We can talk about that later. So the remote… it’s on you?”“In my pocket, all the time.”“And you stopped things just now?”“I guess so, but I didn’t mean to. I didn’t press the button. It just stopped by itself.”Petra looked over at the usher, who’d been just about. The cool air of the room washed across my naked skin. I squirmed, my eyes clenched shut, as his tongue found my ear and his hand my breast form, pressing it hard enough for me to feel it beneath. His tongue traced a wet line down my neck and onto my shoulders. He kissed my arms and sucked softly on my fingers and tongued the sensitive skin of my palms. The wet lines criss-crossed my chest and stomach. I felt the thin strings of the panties as he pulled them off and felt his tongue. Bob nodded as he turned back to the ocean. "You know, Vivian misses you a lot," he said, tossing a loose stone at the hovering flock of angry birds as their smaller cousin seemed to laugh at them from below."I am quite well aware of that, Robert," said Miranda dully, turning slightly to face him before continuing, "And the answer's the same one that I give every year." Miri, look-" began Bob, holding out his hand to touch her shoulder."Don't!" she yelled angrily, roughly knocking his hand away. Thrusting back and forth, causing her breasts to bounce. It thrills me to watch her working her cock in and out with such fervor. What a wonderful sight and feeling! I love it! I'm such a slut for her and her toys.When I see others couples together, I wonder if they have similar bedroom activity. I find it hard to believe that we are the only ones that enjoy this extreme type of role reversal. It's not like that's all we do though. We still frequently have traditional sex. Loving, romantic sex.