But this time her fingers probed past my vagina’s lips. I squirmed in pleasure; then a thought crossed my mind. I should be doing something to my mo...m since she was doing something for me. So I raised my hands to my mom’s chest and began fondling her breasts. My mother seemed to appreciate this because she began sliding two fingers in and out of me. It was amazing. To help out some more I pinched her nipples and began rolling them in between my index finger and thumb. We moaned and groaned. Julie had learned from the book, that by making a loop over the top of one wrist, then under the other wrist like an X, she could tie her wrists together quite nicely. Once she got to about two feet of rope left, she passed the free end in between her wrists, then over the ropes. She repeated this three times, pulling out all of the slack after each pass. She made another loop over her wrist ropes, leaving slack so she could pull the free end through. This was then yanked tight, locking the. I was always curious as to why a business man would have to come to a cyber cafe to use the Internet, were they secretly having online relationships, accessing porn sites their wife’s had forbidden them to visit, the Internets seedy underworld seemed to attract an array of both men and women. I ordered an ice tea and a muffin and grabbed the last available computer. I sat down with my thoughts and turned on the computer, the words and images and icons blurred across the screen as I sat there. "I had something else in mind." Melody stares at him with a full mouth and narrows her eye brows. She chews, swallows then stands up, "I only have two board games, Garren, and they take like 5 hours to play. LIFE and MONOPOLY." "LIFE doesn't take 5 hours, it probably takes 1 1/2 hours." Garren stares into her eyes and then looks away. "Games weren't on my mind, why don't we just talk?" "Have you had enough to eat?" Melody walks back to the bar stool and sits down, starting on her second slice..