Sarah hooked her legs behind Carol’s back as both women once again started kissing and caressing each other.Sarah watched us over Carol’s shoulder... as she slowly slid her hands down Carol’s back to firmly grasp Carol’s backside, one cheek in each hand. Still watching us, she spread Carol’s buttocks apart to fully expose her to us. This wanton display of Sapphic lust already had my cock twitching and with John’s barely audible comment of, ‘Oh man, that’s sweet,’ I could quite rightly guess that. ?It’s a collar,? she remarked, examining it, studying it, feeling the soft well oiled thick black leather. ?Yes, it is. It was my wife’s slave collar and wrist cuffs. She wore that collar all the time for me. Day and night. In private and in public. It was a deep symbol to her, and me, as well as a source of tremendous pride for her, of what she was, for me and to me, of what we were, and of what we shared.? ?If I may pry,? she asked, still looking at the collar and cuffs, ?If it meant so. Then he starts telling her how fucking hot and tight her pussy feels, and his cock is getting harder as he grabs her tits as she rides him. That sent her over the edge and she starts cumming (my wife cums hard and long, and her pussy muscles grab your cock and pulls it in deeper when she cums….its an incredible feeling). She just sits there on top of him and lets her pussy muscles jerk him off. He is going wild and then he starts bucking his hips up like crazy and unloads a huge load. As he. Sie war keine Konkurrenz für die andern. Ein paar Kerle hielten sie vielleicht für "irgendwie süß", aber da sie ein paar Kilo zu viel hatte, bekam sie nie die Aufmerksamkeit der beliebten Jungs. Sie hatte sich auch den Ruf zu recht verdient, prüde zu sein, weshalb sie nicht einmal die Aufmerksamkeit erhielt die den weniger perfekten Mädchen zusteht, von denen bekannt war, dass sie Blowjobs oder sogar Sex für ein billiges Abendessen und einer gewissen Anerkennung gewähren. Sie trug sehr locker.