Wow! I'm sure he had no idea that I'd been fucking this 44 years old balding, hairy, fat man-and his wife for the past three months. I wasn't about to... tell him, either. Michael liked science fiction and I did too. He started going on about this radio he was building from a kit, and movies he liked. He said he was learning to fence. He didn't care too much about cars and sports, the major pre-occupations, along with pussy, of every heterosexual boy his age in southern California, and some of the. The mist on the mirror makes her seem unreal. She watches her hand slip down her stomach, caressing slowly, moving on to the mound between her legs. A feeling of anticipation filling her as she watches her hand slowly moves down to caress her clit. This is a new feeling to her. Watching intensely, as her hands moves across her body, caressing and pleasuring herself. Sensually she lifts her leg and places it on the wall of the shower. Still watching her hand, she dips it slowly into her now wet. He must have taken out a ribbon as he took my hands and tied them behind my back and attached them to the ribbon tied around my waist. I realized this meant that every time my hands moved it would pull the ribbon that was now against my clit and very wet opening "We are going to take this slow," he said, no sooner saying that than landing a hard spank on my bottom. I gasp a little which causes me to jolt and as expected pull the rope in my pussy. I feel my bottom sting."Just relax." he says,. Pack happy. Maggie had come to him (or him to her, as she saw it) from the city shelter. He had grown so large the young family he was with became nervous with their little c***dren. Gunnar hadn’t understood why his first pack had been taken away from him but he was even more determined to protect his new pack. Maggie was different, too. The other female in the other pack … she … well, Maggie was different and it made their pack stronger.Gunnar paused his pacing in the bathroom where Maggie.