Only ever allowing twenty minutes before you release the clamps. And you expect me to cum as the blood flows into my numb nipples. That’s not diffic...lt, the hard part’s always been not cumming before you allow me to. Especially when you do what you did tonight.Taking a butt plug from my drawer, you smeared it in my drool. Then whispered, “I love you,” and twisted the plug hard into my arse-hole. You just took me, the stretch and the burn so agonizingly good.Remember when you said that I was by. My chest involuntarily heaves upward toward you, demanding you notice which parts you’ve missed. You unbutton my jeans, and I gasp, just barely audible. Your deft hands move them just past my hips while your mouth eagerly searches out where the fabric had been. All along my panty line you kiss, and I squirm, which I can tell you find endearing. Stopping to look at me, we lock eyes intensely. I can still see everything that points to, ‘this is right.’ You remove my jeans and panties, and look. The sound of footsteps on the stairs from the upper floor reminded me that I was not totally alone. Our house was a huge old two storey with the upper floor converted into an apartment. The current inhabitants of that apartment were our daughter-in-law Becky and her two children. Keith, our rather reckless and immature son, had left Becky for some fiery young lady he met through work. He and his paramour now lived a thousand miles away from us. Eva and I were just as upset with him as Becky.. The salt that floats from the sea moistens our skin as we become one with the night mer, sinking within each other like the daystars at the bottom of the ocean, our passion rising and dancing with the stars. My hands need to touch every inch of you, rich with the sea and night air. Warm palms run down your chest feeling the rhythm of your heart that pulses the blood that rises beneath your skin. I look within your eyes, I can’t hide behind the veil anymore. Open now, willing to feel you sink to.