I had notice on more than one occasion my wife checking out his butt as he got up to get more drinks. I don’t think we could had found anyone better...than Chris as we chatted for more than a hour and a half. We were now ready to go as Chris gave my wife a very nice compliment before he left. His eyes roamed her body as he told her how attractive looking she was for her age, and that she didn’t look a day over 30. My wife immediately blushed as Chris gave her a kiss on the cheek before he left. Cunt , as i place a slave collar tight around his neck and buckle it off, then i place around his waist a wide leather belt - a heavy duty one , again thats buckled on tight , yeah he's looking good now in his "uniform " i pour a amount of lube over the head of my now very erect cock and slowly ease myself into him , sometimes he feels tight - i like that , he groans " fucking take it " i growl , as i ease myself into him i " enlarge " myself getting my cock to stiffen up inside him , he. To deny her wetness was impossible. Had she truly enjoyed it? Had she just learned another lesson about herself? The drive had been brief. In passing the now dark park she was again reminded of the photograph in her apartment and the day when everything changed. Seeing him pull up in front of the club where they had dined that day, while admitting that she had no idea where he might have been taking her, to be stopping here, the place where it all had begun, was something she never would have. "Come on," said the girl, raising the quilt, "get in here where it's warm."He did not wait to be asked twice, and the three of us lay together listening until we heard snoring from below. We both kissed Beatrice, promised to return when we could, dressed except for our boots and crept down the narrow stairs. Maud met us at the back door, kissed us both and bid us farewell with a smile. "Good hunting," she whispered.The next week we got there late on Tuesday and stayed until early Friday. By.