"But I do still have a little belly..." She illustrated by putting her hands on her stomach and rubbing them up and down a little-- the movement lift...ed her hoodie and the shirt beneath a bit and I glimpsed the creamy, smooth skin of her tummy and the bottom rim of her "inny" belly button. She had that kind of little tummy pooch that made me crazy, the kind where it looked flat on its own but sloped back to her pelvis beneath, as if her back were always steeply arched. I gasped involuntarily. My wife had me practice and he was tied too well.Unless some outside factor came into play, he wasn't goinganywhere.He tells me how fun it was once I take the bit gag off andask about the other gag. My heart sinks again. I don't knowwhy I told him about that one. The one Andrea uses on mewhen she feels I'm getting a little too big for my panties.I guess he wants to experience everything at least once.Actually, its kind of cool he's so sure of his sexualitythat he's willing to try something off. Not only sexually, but deep inside—where it counts. For a long time they had talked afterward. They’d both grown up in small towns, and had just about everything in common. He even remembered telling her about how his father had been abusive. The nights he spent purposely keeping his sleep light so that he could hear when the old man came home. Slowly he would creep to the top of the stairs and watch the scene unfold. It was always the same. The arguing that led to harsh words from his father.. She had always had an exceptional figure, thanks to her mom's side of the family. Brandy was nearly six-foot and had large breasts and a beautiful ass. And what was really cool is that she really didn't have to work out to maintain her shape. Her metabolism did all the hard work for her.Her boyfriend, Rick, had dressed as a zombie and she had planned to hit all the haunted houses together. Rick reluctantly agreed and they both headed out in her old VW Golf to get scared out of their wits. They.