We were left alone (again, without a word) and I started to cry. I don’t know why and neither of us cared. He came to me and held me while on one kn...ee beside my chair until it passed. Soon the maitre’d returned with a bottle of champagne which he promptly poured into two tall crystal glasses while a waiter brought a heart-shaped box of chocolates with my name embossed in gold calligraphy on the top! Grinning like a kid at the look of wonder on my face, Dave returned to his chair as the first. For feedback and more incidents which led to actual partner sharing mail me at In the next few incidents she was bolder and took it to the next level. Once, one of her distant uncle was trying to teach her to ride a motorcycle. It was totally non-sexual at the beginning, she was hardly 20 and he was in this late 30s or early 40s. My gf was steering the bike and the uncle was helping her by keeping his big arms above hers during turns and speed breakers to keep the handlebar stable. After few. The car was still there so I assumed they had gone for a walk. However, as I passed their bedroom window, I saw some movement. They hadn't closed the blinds as it was just bushes and trees outside their window. Pure luck meant the angle I was at I could see some of the room. Dad was butt naked and walking around, from what I could make out mum was blindfolded and somehow restrained with her legs held open wearing tights and high heels. She looked like a fucking whore and he looked very much in. "I'm Ed Hill. This here's Andy Finke. The ladies are Sam, Cassie, Delia, Dalia, and Sara Beth. Get down. I'm sure we can find you something to eat."He got down off of his horse as Andy and I got reluctantly to our feet. "I'm Stu Wiseman," he said as he extended his hand, first to me then to Andy. "I've been riding hard for quite a spell now. I don't usually go asking for a handout, but I'm just about tuckered out and my belly feels like it's growed to my backbone." We've got a nice stew that.