He was staring at me. My cheeks grew hot under his gaze, and I stood up abruptly. I headed towards the circle of my former teammates to ge...t a better glance at the man. His deep brown hair and pale blue eyes clashed magnificently, and even though he appeared to be in his mid-forties he was a very handsome man. He had finely toned calves from the angle at which I viewed him, and his shorts hiked up a little as he leaned back into the bench. His thighs were well bronzed and bulging. The return to normality was sealed with a lung-clearing exhale, as his handstucked his hair behind his ears. A screaming came across the sky colored walls as his delicate hands lingeredon his long hair. Bartlett had just gotten his hair cut - short, well above his ears. Withalarm, he looked in the tiny mirror and recognized only the eyes. The restof the reflection - shoulder-length medium-brown hair, high arched eyebrows,full lips - bore a passing resemblance to him, but it was the reflection. My husband is lounging on the bed, playing around on his laptop. “Your turn, honey,” I say. He gets up and stretches, gives me a quick smile, and shuts himself in the bathroom. I hear the water and the sound of him starting his shower. I move quickly to get my plan ready. I brush out my long, wet hair and get dressed in my naughtiest purple lingerie and a matching purple thong. Then I reach under the bed for my box of toys and remove a bullet vibrator, handcuffs and an eye mask. I turn on the. With each ball that entered her she tensed, and her arms jerked slightly, pulling on the ropes. The effect was electrifying as the pull on her nipples continuously reached her, and she moaned deep in her throat. Talk about positive feedback! I reached over and took hold of the paddle, and just lightly stroked it down her back before giving each buttock cheek a short sharp slap. Each slap got its reward in her groaning and gasping as the sensations moved through her body. I could see her pussy.