“Help yourself to the booze in the cupboard next to the dishwasher. There’s some Scotch in there too. I’ll grill some chicken for dinner.” I began to tenderize two chicken breasts while Dallas took out the bottle of Jack Daniel’s and went to the fridge for ice and a coke. “Do you want one?” While listening to her story, it was obvious that Dallas preferred Scotch on the rocks, yet she seemed happy to substitute her preferred drink for mine. I made a mental note that she seemed to be somewhat of a chameleon in that regard, adapting to the preferences of others. She’d done the same by adapting to Linda, Lisa’s and Debra’s advances. While I cooked, Dallas went for a swim in the pool. She’d been naked in front of me all day, but I still found it difficult not to watch her while I was tending to the chicken on the outside grill. It was simply impossible not to watch her. After dinner and while relaxing with a drink in the hot tub, Dallas asked me a question right out of the blue that took me BDSM back more than a little, “So, are you going to be fucking Oscar tonight?” Oscar, of course, was my favorite sex toy. I talked about it freely while chatting in the nudist room on Lit chat, so it didn’t surprise me that she knew about it. What did surprise me was the implication of her question. She was assuming that either seeing her naked all day, or that hearing her story would have me turned on enough to feel the need to masturbate. She wasn’t totally wrong, but I couldn’t let her know that. I didn’t want to give her any incentive to ‘spice’ up the sexual aspects of her story with the motive of turning me on. “I hadn’t thought about it, why?” She chuckled, “You’re not a very good liar. You’re going to cum tonight while thinking about fucking me.” I decided to turn the conversation back on her. “Does telling me your story turn you on?” “Not really, but I am enjoying telling it to someone. I’ve never had the opportunity to tell it before.” “Have you ever met anyone whom you didn’t assume was turned on by meeting you?” Dallas tilted her head back in what seemed to be deep contemplation, and then she looked at me and Bondage said, “Yes, the old man who gave me a ride asian from the park to the AA club that first day.” “He’s the only Dildos one?” “I think so, yes. Tina, whoever put me on this earth, went out of their way to make me an irresistible sexual creature. And they gave me the physiology to enjoy sex so much I’d want to pursue it. Who am I to doubt they knew what they were doing or deny their ability to achieve their goal? Instead, I choose to enjoy it, to celebrate it, and to share it with certain other people. There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed about getting turned on. That just means you’re human. Now, I’m going to make myself another drink, take a shower and go to bed. Would japanese you like another one?” “Please. I’m going to stay in here for another few minutes.” When Dallas came back outside and handed me a fresh drink, she stood in front of me for several seconds before saying, “Good night, Tina. The second provided enough energy for metabolism and cellular respiration to no longer BDSM be necessary. “It is rather hot in here” Slowly pulling his cock out of me, I could feel the cum start to dribble out, down my leg. Her cunt welcomed his cock and he took only three strokes to japanese bury it deep inside. Her asian breathing Chad returned to normal by the time I reached for her hand and lead her to our room for round two. We left early—before eleven—to return to our room for a much needed rest. I fixed her a drink from the wet bar and I sat down and she sat across from me. We talked and I noticed her hand was kind of hiding around her crouch as she held her coat and the more we talked, the harder her nipples became. “All these women willing to satiate you, and you still want to bed a married woman.” Staying out in field and waiting to be found would have taken too long, and I was much more likely to find a Pokemon in the woods here. If you think that I’m looking beat-up you probably should go check on your wife,” she says to me. Fuck, yes!” He then began to undo his belt. I questioned myself before I halted and paused. Steve ordered her. Loved me. “Mom, I have to work at 8:00 but can we Dildos go shopping after please?” I whisper. I thank her and settle down in the aisle seat with her to my right, shoving my bag in the small footwell between my legs. Our tits rubbed together. “And if I have a son, then you have to lick mine and get him ready Bondage so I can make him into a man!” “Oh, I will, slut,” my lover purred, her eyes glassy with delight. He unclasped the dark nylon sheer stockings from her garters and unsnapped the garter straps, removed her garter belt and placed it in the bag.