I went home to take a shower. I was naked, sat down an ice tea to watch a TV and relax. Sis walked in wearing only a pair of bikini panties. What are you looking at, brother? I told her. She came to sit next to me and started rubbing her boobs. I’m so excited, fuck me. He told me. I just looked at her weird. I’m tired, I told her. She gave her hand to her pussy and rubbed her hard. But my pussy needs a good fuck; I want your dick in me. Let’s go fuck. No, I told you I’m tired, maybe after sis. Now I need your dick inside me. He told me. I kept watching TV trying to ignore it. She clinged and started licking her nipples and running her hand on her leg trying to get me excited. Sis, stop! Then she gave me that pouty look and gave her hand in her panties. I tried not to look, but I like to watch my sister play with herself. She started rubbing her pussy hard, then peed by her panties and smeared her legs, all right then I take off, and I laughed. Then he started alone. Running your fingers through the lips of the pussy, and pinching your nipples, making them moan while sitting next to me staring at masturbating. I tried to ignore her, but she knows I love to see her run away. So he started making a show for me trying to make me hard, so I’d give her a damn thing he needed.

Ray my husband was out of town working. I’ve been driving several hours away from where he was. He called all the time and went to town on weekends to spend time with him. I always had a very active sex life and my husband was also very active. We fucked all the time. We are openly enough and shared our fantasies openly, but we never really lived them. The closest we came was in a hot tub, one night, which brought us out together like another couple made near us. My husband had one of me with another man. I have to say I found it attractive, but I just thought it was fancy.

We sat at McDonalds talking while she ate her double-cheese burger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, to things that we all experienced. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her to take her napkins for the catch-up she was dripping from her burger. Finally after a while she asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she responded quickly with yes! We got in the car and went to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. He always looked that way, as far as I know. He only has a little more than five meters high with big breasts. The guy who needs a bra to hold them up and prevent undue roll. She is not an impressive beauty, but she has that look that guys know. That, “I could be a bad girl for the right guy” kind of look. Its large mouth and engraved lips adds to its slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I first met her and then I married her.

He opened an eye, but his whole world was still one of the darkness. He felt something around his face, like a mask. He made her become cold with fear while she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move, but he couldn’t.

He felt the rope wrapped around and around his body, ensuring it strictly to a tight couch. His wrists were tightly tied together and then pulled behind his head where they were fixed on the back of the sofa.