"That cad, he said that?" I exclaimed and started to tickle Jerry. Our tickling wars from middle school days were legendary but something was destined... to be different this time. First of all, my tee-shirt slipped up and he was tickling my bare belly; I made sure to get under his tee-shirt, too. Then his hand was moving up under my shirt. I tried to push it off amid my convulsive giggles, but to no avail. And soon he had my right bra cup in his hand.I checked and his bulge was back! I started. ?Now get these off. I mean it!?Her modest attire does nothing to hide her curves. Her breasts fill her silk-blended turtleneck sweater like melons fill grocery bags. I love that the sweater is eggshell white but the way she thrusts her cuffs at me, insisting that I take them off, aggravates the shit out of me. Like I’m actually going to remove them.?What would they think now?? I ask, posing the question out of the blue. ?Just imagine, their money-making dancer locked in handcuffs on a. You suck that big cock now''''oh yes up and down in that pretty mouth''''open up for the cock, be a good elf , suck the cock''mouth wet enjoying the feeling of his powerfull tool invading my mouthhow big it felt and nice in my mouthsucking a big cock like a good little elf was making me so hornyhe was right , it was fun sucking on his big black cock , i loved it, so big in my mouth ''thats it good little elf, you like it , cute little elf love that bbc in her mouth, i bet you have a cute pussy. Then another Navy wife and myself car shared to meet our husband’s ship in this remote place called Oban in Scotland. They had only the weekend and had been gone a long time, Carol and I decided to hire rooms, drive up to Scotland and spend the weekend with them. But the closest hotel we could get was miles from Oban.I was driving, I always drive, I cannot tolerate being a passenger. Carol’s husband rode shotgun as he knew the way so Mark and Carol got the back seat. My navigator was hopeless,.