She was grinning at him from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. I watched as she pressed her hands onto my best friends’ chest so she could control her... movements as she stared grinding her hips back and forwards.Chris was now arching his legs up to keep Pauline impaled on his cock and the quiet sounds of her moans started filling the room along with the wet sucking sounds coming from her wet and very married pussy.They stayed like this for a while, in unison, just slowly moving together and. Rob suggested they went to wet the baby’s head and after Chris said he should put his boy to bed I told him he could sleep here and to get out.They arrived back from the pub at just after 11pm and to say they were a little worse for wear would be an understatement. The boy was asleep on the sofa and I was sat in the chair watching TV. I was wearing my peach silk nightie and dressing gown. I got up and made them both a drink and returned to my chair after.Rob sat on the other chair and Chris. Meat jumped on the bed beside her, trying to get his nose into her crotch again, but she pushed him away before she fell asleep, visions of sugar-fucks dancing in her head.Meat, a dog wise enough to realise he wasn't going to get any more delightful fucking from his young mistress, snuggled down with his nose as close to her pussy as he could get, though he was on top of her covers. He went to sleep as well, though no one knows what kinds of images were dancing in his doggy head.When the sun. “Fuck. Dammit, you… You! You aren’t supposed to just leave me here!! You should have thought of the goddamn duct tape before--” He stepped back into the room calmly and I shut my mouth quickly. I loved pushing his buttons, but I never wanted to push too far. “Before you strung me up here.” I finished quietly.He adjusted his spectacles and stared at me in exasperation. “Would you relax? It’s not like I’d go more than twenty feet away from you in scene, especially while you’re in bondage. You’ve.