Thinking on cooking in the south kitchen. He wanted me in an apron, His old plaid button down and ve
Thinking on cooking in the south kitchen. He wanted me in an apron, His old plaid button down and very long socks. Preparing dinner, sipping a beer, talking through the day’s points, I stood not quite naked in one sense, and fully exposed in another.Had I thought He would not find it too aggressive, I would have lifted the apron and wide-straddled the low wooden chair arms and pressed my wet private part down onto His crotch and – no kissing – rubbed myself against His pants and moved His hands–one to firmly kneading my breast, one to paw and grab my bottom-until, I came.Do You desire the long socks, Master?Agent 355 -- source link