Amber had lifted her leg up ever so slightly so that her inner thigh rubbed the inside of her moms, moving up and down just a bit to feel the friction... of the fabric of their running tights. After the embrace Amber slapped and grabbed her mom’s ass; a habit from volleyball. “Geez honey, you go around grabbing ass like that in the locker room you are gonna make some girl get all wet.”“Maybe so, but what can I say I love a firm round ass.” replied Amber. Sam and Amber walked into the house quietly. Once I reach my start point, I strip completely, put my clothes in the backpack and then carefully conceal the backpack somewhere near the trail. Just standing there naked in the moonlight gets me very wet. After I put on the collar, belt and chains, I place my hands behind my back and click the cuff tabs in place. My juices flow even harder as I realize that I am trapped until I reach the controller at the pre-programmed release time.I thought I was being very careful in my adventures until. But after a few years, I've accepted my curse. I'm obsessed, what can you do?Now I digress, here's where the story gets interesting. I’m sure a lot of you expect some miracles to happen, that she’ll surprise me one day by turning up outside my house to confess her love. Or perhaps I’ll move on and get the classic ‘...we had something! but I didn't realise until you were gone...’ bullshit story. But no, it's a little darker than that. It all began at our school leavers ball. A party organised by. A and L were still humping madly beside us. Wet squishy noises eminating from their bodies as their efforts made them slowly inch towards H and I on the slippery surface of the raised oily platform. We were too busy grinding into each others bodies to notice that the girls heads were now touching and bouncing around with each thrust of the guys on top of them. As soon as they became aware that they were that close they cocked their heads and were able to steal a quick french kiss and tongue.