It just turns him on so much, and sometimes I get into it myself to tell you the truth, because it turns him on so much to stand there and tape it the...n splice it all together into various skits. Recently, he has started to tell me stories about it while tying me to the bed and blind folding me, and living out the fantasy for me in my mind while he licks my nipples, kisses me deeply, and even stokes me deeply with penis extension on and a obviously ‘Fake’ black man’s voice, to the best of his. And, of course, I didn't anticipate this lovely chilling wind that was gusting about the Midwest that today. Between my horniness, the temperature drop and the wind, my nipples were so hard that they were throbbing. Then, as I was walking across the street, a huge gust of wind blew my dress up above my waist leaving me totally exposed to a group of college-age boys. They were very appreciative.If I'd have been in lesser state of arousal I might have been embarrassed; but it had the effect of. Don't go there. Make sure Brad's around or you will find yourself in a position that you don't want to be in. He is more than just a bit of a freak, but my guess is he'll be satisfied with a fuck or two a month. If you don't set the limits though, you'll find yourself being pushed into things you don't want to do. Same goes for Brad. He knows how I feel about Jim, and Jim's the biggest reason I'm not glad to see you. You're a nice enough girl, even if you do have a nose for trouble. I think. I shake my head. "No thanks, I don't want to get tipsy," I answer. I have a feeling Rick is watching me from the doorway, so I excuse myself too. "Be back soon," I say.As I exit the dining room, Rick is in fact there and appears to have been waiting on me."Took you so long?" he jokes."You know your fam, talkative," I smile warmly."C'mere," he leads us out onto the front deck. We both lean on the rail. "Nice night out," he speaks quietly."Yeah," I agree. "Kinda cool, no wind."He looks at me and.