They were really staring almost up against the glass. No punks, it looked like young college types. I massaged them and I guess on a whim hubby put my... window down. It was funny how they walked up to me and just started to talk while staring at my tits.Finally one looked at hubby and he nodded. The guys reached in the window and one at a time started squeezing my tits and nipples gently. While they played I just smiled at them, starting to breathe a little heavy. Hubby picked up on it and. Should I carry you over the threshold? No, maybe romantic but the symbolism there cannot be missed and we’re not at that point yet. You don’t seem to give it a second thought, or maybe the lure of a real bed is too much, and you head right into the room. I smile a bit at your practicality, or just your lack of drama and facade. I follow you in and find that our bags are already there. You immediately lay on the bed, your hair arrayed on the pillow, framing your face. You’re not asleep though,. I was already hard with anticipation.She asked me to go put on the kettle for tea, which I did. When I returned to bed and got under the covers again, I rolled her onto her back and began caressing her breasts, first through her pyjamas, and then reaching under them to gently squeeze her nipples, feeling them come erect with my touch. Her body started writhing under my ministrations.Then the kettle boiled, and I had to go get the tea steeping. This time, when I returned to bed, she was. But he pushed me out and locked the door. I was scared and I hide behind the car and asked him to open the door but he didn’t. I pleaded him to. But he told to pose for the photos then only he will open. Whenever a car passed by us, I hide behind the car and posed for his photos. He took more than 10 photos. This was the most dangerous thing he didI used to go swimming in the pool. There are dressing rooms in the pool but he makes me wear the swim suit from home itself and drops me off at the.