So she wanted...my fingers...between her swollen lips. I tried to fight the feeling, the strange feeling, of arousal. I felt the steam rise between my... legs, unwanted. But I was angry too. What was Mrs Lap playing at? She was teasing me; that was what it was. This was a wind-up, surely.I found a notepad and penned another note: This time, it was brief and to the point."Dear Mrs Lap,I must please beg you to desist. SincerelyYour Priest"I did not hear any more for a few days, and had started to. "OhCindy.........." he moaned."Oh I understand honey. We will cancel the hair appointment in themorning. Stand with your hands up by your shoulders sweetie with limpwrist." she instructed. "Limp wrist like a proper sissy. Now flap yourhands like a little birdie that's about to fly." She laughed as he didit."Now move your feet up and down on our toes like you have to go thebathroom," she giggled at the sight of him doing all these thingsoutside. "Faster....." she insisted. As Mark did his little. Added to that my laptop is out of juice, so the second chapter of my new book will just have to wait; anyway I have writer’s block. My book is about a cougar who spends her time seducing young men. Of course, it is not autobiographical, at least not yet. It's too hot to wear underwear so I drape a flimsy dress over me and make my way in the village to pick up some bread and cheese for supper, and yes, a nice bottle of dry white wine. I take the scenic route into the village, the scenery being. . damn I think I might... cummm! Arrrggghhh!"GeorgeMy plan worked well as Bob started to cum from just anal penetration alone. I held myself still as he shook and yelled through his climax.Bob's first words afterward were, "You didn't cum, did you?" No, I didn't. I have a hard time cumming when I wear a condom, only because my wife and I have sex so often bareback. But I thought that maybe we could see how the girls were doing. What do you think?" I replied."Well, I know that Amy's not fond of.