Your neck..." His fingertip traced a line from the end of my chin down my neck. "Is just kissable. It's..." he shrugged. "kissable." But I won't kiss,... too distracting." he swallowed and nodded, trying to convince himself.The fingertip moved over my collarbone and over the top of one breast, grazed its nipple. "You've got full plump breasts with the most responsive nipples I've ever seen, much less touched. They get bullet hard at the mere thought of being touched. The coolest breeze makes them. Her dad is a doctor and lived with us for a year while he worked at the hospital my mom works at.”“Is your mom a doctor?”“Yes. A trauma surgeon. My grandpa is a trauma surgeon, too.”“And my father and grandfather are barristers,” Marilyn replied. “My mother is a school teacher. Do you know what you want to be?”“I want to go to the Naval Academy. My other grandpa and a bunch of my dad’s friends are in the Navy. Well, grandpa was in World War II.”“Are you sure? You’re very young to have a grandpa. My hand slowly continues upward until I feel the tops of her stockings. I linger there, drawing circles with my fingers over the lace. The husband can follow my movements by watching his wife's skirt, the fabric moving in concert with my hand. He's so excited that he's practically panting, and he has to momentarily rise off his stool to adjust himself.My hand continues to softly caress his wife's legs under her skirt. I can tell she's uncomfortable with what I'm doing, my hand freely roaming. Her voice took on a harsh, raspy sound making her screams more plaintive, pleasing me in ways so dark and deep I don’t even understand it.Cutting her clothing off of her and restraints from her. Ogling her naked body, my prick appreciated the view and struggled against its confines, her vision locked onto my crotch. I held the cuffs and leg restraints in one hand as I massaged my dick through my pants with the other. All the while, giving her smirk, confidant in my mastery of her.Dropping my.