The sleep had refreshed him. He drew her face to his and tried to kiss her but she pulled away.'Not yet. I want to wash the forest from you.''It'll ta...ke more than soap and water,' he shrugged.She poured him a bath by the fire. Nathan struggled out of his dirty, ragged clothes. 'I'll wash what I can,' she called from the kitchen, 'but I'll burn the rest of your clothes. I'll give you some of John's.' Through the doorway she watched him from behind. His body was lean and hard. Even shaving, his. She was a truly open minded, orgasmic woman, so everything was a go and she often initiated it on her own.Inga loved one thing in particular. While I was ratcheting up her arousal, I'd use my fingers to reach inside of her and rub her g-spot, while also playing with her clitoris. She'd have huge, dynamic simultaneous squirting orgasms that way and it often set the tone for multiple hours' long play between us. Her sexual appetite was ravenous.After our 8th year of marriage, we had leveled out.. I tried to get him off me. He got off of me. Went to the dresser and took out some ropes he tied my hand to the headboard. I was crying loud now and could not stop. He than climbed back on top and started to enter his penis again. This time I kicked him. He said “Now Lynn! I wouldn’t do that again if I were you.” He started again this time I kicked him harder. This really pissed him off. He got up off the bed went to the dresser and pulled a second length of rope out. This time he tried to. "The art wingis much quieter and there's less assholes there," she said as shedirected her eyes and mine to a couple of jocks picking on a nerdy kid.We got to her locker and the bustle had certainly stopped. It was adifferent environment totally. Much more relaxed. I turned and looked ather and she began to speak. "I noticed in algebra that you had quite theround belly. I'm going to be blunt so don't mind me for that but...are youby any chance pregnant." Reluctantly I nodded and her eyes became.