”“No, you answer everything first.” She said firmly.I looked down at the sheet and got up and headed to the door saying, “You’re obviously p...laying some sort of game here to emasculate me, have a little fun at my expense while you satisfy your urges.” I said pissed off that I even came up and then let her toy with me.“No, that’s not it at all!” She protested loudly. “I just wanted the upper hand.”“Upper hand, horse shit! You could hear all my answers and then do an edit on yours to either shoot. I watch as Mistress soaps Adams cock and balls, and as he washes her small but perfect breasts. One thing leads to another; they start to make love again in the shower under the hot running water. As much as I would like to watch, nature calls, so I pad thru the house to the back door, pushing the door open with the top of my head, I pad across the frost covered ground, (the fingerless mitts do come in handy), I do my business against the nearest tree, and watch as the steam rises in the frosty. At somewhat of a loose end after finishing my visit to the cemetery and with a couple of hours to kill until my Aunt arrived to pick me up, I explored my old hometown, pangs of nostalgia hitting me as I took in the familiar sights of the town where my parents and I used to live. A little while spent wandering had led me into the quieter backstreets, which is where I had stumbled across the bookshop.Examining the shop's interior, I see row upon row of bookshelves take up much of the floor space.. “Oh, Bill! We shouldn’t do this; not here.”“Right here is more exciting,” I said as I began to fuck her slowly.Wanda gave in and laid her head on my shoulder. “You feel so hard, Bill. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long.”“The day we first met I wanted to push you to your knees and fuck your mouth.”“Oh really?”“I wanted to hold your head in both hands and fuck your throat.”My dirty talk was affecting Wanda. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and started to.