You people might know the meaning of this (scratching the middle palm means that she needs pleasure from a guy). Then I was surprised at that moment a...nd I laughed at her and tapped her head lightly. Then she was sitting on the sofa and I sat near her and asked whether she knew the meaning of scratching the palm. She told that she didn’t know and I explained her. She disguised that she didn’t knew anything and she told oh no and asked me “is it a bad thing that scratching in the palm?’ I told. Now i had to do something about it so i just got up as quick as I cud and got in to the room just in time to pull out from under the bed my favourite seat with the little attachment on it something i had purchased for when the hubby wasn’t around. so grabbing it by the base i pulled it out and squatted over it and sat there for what seemed just a few seconds when i felt my legs buckle and tremble all over as i feel off the seat a wave of my orgasm had shot thru me like a bullet as i lay on. He’d gone out yesterday, a case of last minute nerves, and bought this crazy concoction to give him something to do and as a welcome home gift to his son. His son. A part of him held back from the idea, just as he’d been holding back from Sarah since she’d told him the truth. He’d still been sleeping in the guest bedroom alone, and any attempt she made to discuss the past had been met with a steely resistance on his part. It wasn’t that he hated her. He hated this whole situation. He hated that. I was so turned on with her taking this role and giving me orders. I was like her little sissy and she was loving it. Very soon she was rubbing some more lube on my bum and on her strapon and I could feel her slowly pushing the head of it in my ass. It was slightly cold and could not replace a real hot hard cock, but I was not complaining. Slowly she pushed it deeper and deeper and I could feel it filling my tight hole and as soon L had pulled it in and out a few times, she started to fuck me.