”“No, you’re not.”“Try and stop me!”I did stop her, which was an enjoyable process as she squirmed and struggled. I managed to avoid flyin... claws except for one time when she got the back of my hand. I wasn’t in any hurry to subdue her because it was too much fun, but when Grandpa yelled up for us, I finished the job by tying her wrists behind her back and using the other rope to tie her legs together. I preferred to use that rope as a leash, but I didn’t want to get kicked.Sweet Julie looked. That has happened about once a year during our first 21 years. She won’t talk about it, but she clearly is having much more fun during sex. I tease the new her every chance I get. We were in Vegas last month and she was hit on all weekend long. At the hotel pool she had the attendant sporting a nice bulge in his shorts helping her with a lounge chair. I watched this from the pool bar and when I got her to the room a had her close her eyes and think back to the pool guy while I fucked her silly. December giggled at him. He dropped an egg and it cracked right beside his foot. He got it on himself. Hobbling to the sink to get a wet rag he heard December laughing at him. Embarrassed by the mess he made he tried to hurry and clean it up. December decided to help him finish breakfast and went in the kitchen. Noticing the eggs were going to burn, she quickly stirred them and made scrambled eggs. Sunny side up just disgusted her. Eggs aren’t meant to run. The thought grossed her out. Dante. " "I know. Thanks babe. Wanna go upstairs?" I was so sure sex would cure whatever was going on with Carter. I was sadly mistaken. Carter seemed to be in a rush. There was very little foreplay and he didn't even ask me to get him hard. I loved getting him hard. We fucked in missionary, and it lasted a good ten minutes. I didn't expect a marathon, but I expected more than ten minutes. Of all the times we have had sex, I don't think we've ever finished quicker than thirty minutes. When Carter got.