1. 3 A Dairy conversion part 1


    Date: 6/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    breast with little droop, and big of rump, though not fat, she`s shall we say big boned, a jolly pretty girl in her youth she is now a 43year old beauty but she is not a body to argue with being a strong willed and bodied lady. Me I might be just over 6 ft tall and am of slim un-fit build, but I am man enough to admit that as my marriage is a bit on the shaky side its better when this lady asks, to answer, so I took the easy way out and said “that I was happy and willing to go as far as she wanted as long as there was no permanent damage to either of us or our marriage.” Diplomacy on the hoof I thought! Perhaps if I had known where this would lead I would have been more exited! Her face lit up, saying she was surprised that I had “gone for it”.... surreally we discussed the things we would need for a BDMS scene, sitting in comfort on our sofa, in domestic edge of Eastbourne town, as most people would buy curtains, or a carpet, we picked gags, wrist straps, ankle restraints, even a saint Andrews cross, all from sites on the web. We had recently been left a small legacy so it was that that financed the items. Ann deciding on the implements she wanted used on her body, a cat of 9 tails, a crop and a small whip which I found very erotic and a tawse which I found just a little strange perhaps. I added a vibrator to the list nipple clamps and a remote vibrating egg to finish off. By now we were both getting a bit exited, and could hardly keep our hands from one another beginning to ...
    remove the odd piece of clothing like her dress, and my trousers when the phone rang, it was her mother, Curses, I continued removing her clothes and had her bra off before the bit about the weather and great aunt Maureen’s bunions was over. By the time they had started on Cousin Mable’s warts I was suckling on her lovely teats my hand between her thighs, while I knelt on the cold hard floor. Her eyes rolling as she tried to concentrate on her mother`s babble. Her breathing slowly becoming laboured and deep, as she became more excited and it was an effort to answer her mother who asked if she was ok as she didn`t sound so well. I had to smother a chuckle at that as her quick thinking daughter struggled to explain she had a bit of a cold, that sparked off a tirade of medical hints and tips prolonging the agony, while I smothered a laugh by burying my face in my wife`s panties. Ann seemed relieved when the older woman finally said her goodbyes and quickly hung the receiver on its base while sliding down the sofa and forcing my face into her wet crutch with the other hand while questioning my parent`s marital situation. Off came those sopping knickers. After a short time Ann tried to stop my ministrations to her now sloppy clit, saying she needed to pee and mindful of our conversation the night before ...I ignored her, knowing our floor had hard farmhouse style tiles as we occasionally worked as foster parents to the odd dog for the local a****l welfare society I knew there was ...