I regret in a way of not taking advantage of the opportunity. But we still enjoyed her turn as she stroked her amazingly nice cock/clitty on my ass wh...ile I was bent over and she came on me. I remember rubbing it all over my ass. It was somewhat romantic and I never been so turned on or so satisfied. Someday I’ll get the chance to try the real thing in my ass; I think I'm ready for it now. I had experienced toys but only a couple of times up until then. Oh, I don't consider myself a top or. When Icame to the cabin, I would wear it all week, taking it off only at theend, so I could have a monumental orgasm or two before returning home.That's why my panty was crotch-less, so my little caged dick would bedisplayed, surrounded by the lace trim of the panty, the garter straps,and tops of my stockings.I had settled into my chair on the deck. Smoothing my skirt as I satdown, adjusting the hem so my garters and stocking tops were hidden.Carefully crossing my legs, just so, as to avoid. His father had had a bad heart, and his mother wilted away shortly after his father died. He had been the sole inheritor of the estate, and had moved back into his childhood home. Neither set of parents were all that wealthy, but together the estates added up to some significant money.He also had his 401K from where he had worked. Then there was his savings, which had accumulated at a tremendous rate while living a spartan lifestyle in that small apartment. Finally, there was social. Lowered inhibitions as the wine flowed were a known quantity. But when she asked him to touch her is where his understanding began to falter, for her teasing — and he was increasingly comfortable with his conclusion that she’d been knowingly, deliberately teasing him for days, one he’d reached even before her confession — had always remained just on the other side of propriety. Barely, at times, yet it hadn’t crossed the line.Until last night. He had no idea what the tipping point was between.