After she left we moved to the living room and turned on the cable new channel. We were in time for the midday news. It came in on a satellite dish no...t a cable.Gayle and I began kissing. She seemed eager to kiss me and I was eager to kiss her. I also quickly got her knit top up and my hand under it. I found that she did not have on a bra. Her breast had no noticeable sag even with two kids. She didn’t give me a chance to comment because she was kissing me continually.I unbuttoned and lowered. With a grin he asked, "Are you sure?" Yes. Tie me up, blindfold me, I don't care. I trust you.He kissed me, "Stop me if I go to far, or you don't want me to do something." John, shut up and just fuck me already. Or at least dominate my body, however you want it worded." Alright."He released my arms. He got out of bed and walked to the dresser. He took a rope off the top of his dresser, and walked back to the bed. Once at the bed, he demanded me put my arms straight above me. He tied my wrists. I turned the light on and motioned her inside, with a “Let’s talk.” She must have considered the oddity of that request and she hesitated a moment, but she had no choices. She meekly entered the small space, shaking. I followed her and shut the door behind us. As she entered before me, I took note of how good she looked tonight. She was wearing tight black jeans, calf-length black boots, and a dark blue, tight-fitting sleeveless tee-shirt. Once again, her neck looked irresistible and her. Her tits were possibly a bit fuller, if not really bigger, than Lettie’s, and her thighs were pretty similar. They were fantastic. So was her pelvis - wide but not tall, doing a fabulous job of marrying her delicious small waist to her thighs. She looked incredibly sexy. It was a toss-up who had the more riveting body. In fact it might have been a bit eerie how similar they were, except for their complexions and their heads and faces being so different.I dragged my eyes away as Lettie’s site.