“The mother of my closest buddy” Part-3 Continues….. “Make it cum…make it squirt,” she demanded once again. “Let me see it…let me watch it try to reach me!” I came, I splurged, I squirted. Most of it not going anywhere, caught in the tiny holes of her screen door, even […] Read More… from The mother of my closest buddy – 3
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The mother of my closest buddy – 2
“The mother of my closest buddy” Part – 2 Continues…. “Stand up,” she told me. I did, hard not to as she kept her hand on my shaft pulling me along with her. Once again she knelt in front of me, her mouth quickly and swiftly gathering in my shaft, […] Read More… from The mother of my closest buddy – 2
The mother of my closest buddy
This is a new story called “The mother of my closest buddy” let’s begin…. Antony would kill me if he ever knew, ever found out…I had watched his mom pleasure herself. Bad enough that, but that I had in turn, jerked off watching her do that, though of course no […] Read More… from The mother of my closest buddy
Putting together storm – 5
“Putting together storm” Part-5 Continues….. My plan had worked, for the time being anyway. I had been relentlessly going down on her. Licking, teasing, sucking her clit, fingering her until she’d become delirious with pleasure. And even then, I hadn’t let up. Almost the moment she’d come down from her […] Read More… from Putting together storm – 5
Putting together storm -2
“Putting together storm” Part-2 Continues….. It felt like I had jumped three feet in the air at the sound of Sophia’s voice as she walked up behind us. And unlike us…she at least had a robe on, though I doubted she wore anything beneath it. “Seriously,” she said, taking a […] Read More… from Putting together storm -2
Putting together storm
This is a new story called “Putting together storm” let’s begin…..I’d been divorced for the better part of two years. And though I had had a few one night stands here and there, my sex-life at the moment was far less than satisfactory. It had been nearly five months now […] Read More… from Putting together storm
It’s my own damn fault – 4
“It’s my own damn fault” Part-4 Continues… I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trash, realizing as I did, I had left my car keys up in Mia’s sewing room. I literally spun on the balls of my feet changing direction, heading back up the stairs taking them two […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault – 4
It’s my own damn fault -3
“It’s my own damn fault” Part-3 Continues…. What can I say? It was hot, arousing…fuck, arousing as hell. Standing there slowly stroking my hard cock for her while my mother in law stood there fondling her breasts. Maybe it was that sense of dangerous excitement, a bit of almost “taboo” […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault -3
It’s my own damn fault – 2
“It’s my own damn fault” Part-2 Continues…. The morning had started off typically enough. Stella and I had driven over to her mother’s place for a quick early breakfast. Mia had called us earlier asking if she could drive Stella to the floral shop as Chris had stated the need […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault – 2
It’s my own damn fault
This is a new story called “It’s my own damn fault” let’s begin….Standing there naked in a room full of young women, one of which happened to be my wife’s younger sister wasn’t something I’d ever imagined I’d be doing. Nor could I imagine how I’d gotten here in the […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault