I continued to play them with for a while, bouncing them up and down and squeezing them like soft balloons.I then went ahead of her, got down to waist... level to examine her navel. It was a wonderful creation that looked like a long line across her stomach, but when I let my tongue inside her navel, it seemed to go in forever. Her succulent curves were my next target, as I began biting her hips with passion and licking the vast area of fleshy waist. My god, this woman was a walking feast. I. To His pleasure she seemed not to notice that He had re-entered the room and He took His time choosing the first implement of pain ... or pleasure as it was. The first loud thwack of the hand-made flogger she had dedicated so much time and effort to seemed to shock her back to awareness. It hadn't hurt, that much He was sure of but the sensation was definately not a soft one. He lifted the flogger again and again, spreading the delicious feeling of striking leather across her shoulders ... down. It was my son who opened the door, his tall, lanky shadow stretching across the front walk. The expression on his face told me he was too concerned with the pizza in the box, and maybe his paused video game, to notice or question why mom and dad’s car was back in the driveway, while we were nowhere in sight. Forking over the cash and grabbing the warm pizza with a grin, he closed the door. We dared to breathe. Never even suspecting that we were crouched just inches away, the. , they were generally fucking hot. At eleven p.m., they were simply hot. At twelve a.m., not too bad. At one a.m. they were so-so. At two a.m., under par… and so on, I’m sure you get the picture. In case you’re thinking that I’m totally superficial let I say in mitigation, as we all know looks and sexual prowess don’t always go together. After ordering a drink the guy introduced himself. “Hi, I’m, DF,” he said.“Hi, names, Tully,” I answered.“Nice to meet you,” he countered.“Likewise,” I.