If The Eyes Didn't See, The Hands Wouldn't Take

Jessica wants to celebrate her anniversary with her husband. Kissa wants to go to a concert with her boyfriend. But things don’t go according to plan. Jessica calms her husband, "you remember what it was like to be her age?" John smiles warmly at her. The two have a beautiful relationship where they always agree on how to raise Kissa, even though Jessica tends to bend to Kissa's youthful temper tantrums. Jessica goes into her purse and grabs an Anniversary gift. John opens it and sees a blindfold and a key. He looks at his wife, she shows him the key playfully hanging around her necklace. Jessa purrs, "your meeting is canceled, why don't you put these on, and nothing else," her eyebrow raises at John. Her panties are wet with the idea of her masculine husband bound and powerless in her bed. John kisses her and goes into the bedroom. Kissa texts her boyfriend about the grounding, "My dad is such an asshole!" He tries to tell her to "sneak out," but she can't, her bedroom is on the second floor, and they'd surely see her. She remembers how he climbed the trellis of her bedroom window, "can you come to my bedroom?" His response is slow, she watches the blinking dots on the phone as he types the message, she knows he's trying to back out. Why wouldn't he respond, "yes," right away? She quickly snaps a couple dirty selfies and sends them to him for incentive. He stops typing, there is a silence, she snaps a suggestive photo of her best sex face. He replies, "can I see your pussy?" Kissa closes her eyes, that's her most intimate place, she's never taken a photo of her pussy, and to send it to her boyfriend? She's desperate, she pulls down her shorts and starts massaging her pussy, she wants it to look as wet, as inviting, as pretty puffy pink as it can look. These to ladies aren’t done yet though… Watch the story unfold.