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"Lie down sweetheart and let me rub some lotion on your legs," Linda said.

I knew I was doing it right because his knees started to buckle.

She backed off a little and my head was swimming. I couldn't think. My vision was blurry, but I watched as she unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a D and they were beautiful; snowy globes in a white lace bra. I had seen her naked before. We showered together sometimes if we were in a hurry but I never looked at her like that before. I never noticed how beautiful she was; not really.

With her silk blouse unbuttoned but not off of her, she quickly moved to the bed. Getting on all fours with her skirt pushed up above her hips and her legs spread, Margaret gasped, "Charles, I want you to fuck me. All night. I need your big cock in my hot cunt. Don't make me beg, I want to be your Dirty Girl tonight."

â€œGlad you liked it,â€ she said dreamily.

My rear end bucked and jolted at the invasion of this black, wet, molesting telephone pole which rammed more that a foot deep into my hungry butt hole, withdrew, then slammed up my hole again, his huge balls slapping my thighs and buns as his prick sunk a foot deep again, now pulling out, now a foot deep again; his cock head heading the invasion, squeezing through my anal channel. The cock in my throat slid deep, past my tonsils, to brush wiry pubic hair against my lips before withdrawing, only to fuck deeper still into my mouth. This cock must be at least 11", I thought as it slipped in between my lips to slide over my tongue, past my tonsils, and deep into my throat, its musky pre-cum taste filling my senses.

As I sat there sipping on whatever tropical drink that she had brought me the alcohol kicked in and my thoughts wandered and I started to fantasize about what I could do if I had a woman with me. My cock slowly hardened as these thoughts evolved more wildly and I started to regret the fact that I had worn Speedos as the bulge made it obvious that I was aroused. My hand crept to my hips and I couldn't resist slightly touching myself to stimulate the erection and a tingle of pleasure traveled down the backs of my thighs.

It must be a woman thing, enjoying when they make us twitch. Well I twitched until she dropped back down and slid her tongue back up again, this time sliding up onto the head and dipping into the tiny pool of pre-cum that had come from deep inside me. I felt her breath quicken a bit as she tasted my nectar and I knew this was good, it was right, I was tasty and she wanted more.

I watched as Sara grew sexually. She never felt that she was a sexy or adventurous women. She kisses me on day and thanked me for helping her find the courage to experiment with the sexually feelings that I would awaken with each fantasy. We did many adventures in sexual growth and my fantasies to her during sex grew even wilder. I notice on one TV show where the couples had to pick a person to leave the Island ( it was one of those temp your mate shows).Sara had interest in one of the men.

For the last nine years I've been working at one of the largest insurance companies headquartered in Hartford. I have a nice apartment there and am the youngest Branch Head in the Human Resources Department. I'm also working part time on my MBA at the West Hartford Branch of the University of Connecticut. I'm between girl friends right now, but the career is working out quite well.

"Hmmmmmghghhhh oooh yess! Oooh bro I'm c-cumming! Fuck!" She wailed out.

"Not until 3:00. Can we go looking in the morning?"

Afterwards, I went back to my room and fired up Ron's game station so I could get my mind off of my cousin. After a few hours of playing some violent games, I had finally gotten my mind clear enough where I could only think of how guilty I felt. My eyes had gotten tired of staring into the screen, so I turned off the system and looked out the window. It was a warm, clear night with beautiful stars in the sky, which were also in the mural below on the water's reflection.

"And most important, please don't say anything to James about my call. It could be embarrassing to him and would probably defeat the good that could come of our meeting. Also, I think your husband could be present if you so desire. "

Well, not needing too much pushing, I got dressed, stopped at the ATM, and headed over to meet up with them. I arrived at about 10 p.m., only to see Smitty and Kevin already sitting at the bar, with a beer waiting for me. I guess they saw me walking through the parking lot from the security camera. I sat down next to Smitty after some handshakes and high-fives. I said hi to Lisa, the bartender and checked out the talent that they had working that night. It was an unusually good night for a Sunday. The bar was busy, and they had more good-looking girls working than not.

â€œGeorge,â€ she said when I answered her phone call, â€œthis is Keelly. I havenâ€™t seen you for a long time and I really miss you and the wonderful things you do for me. I hope we can get together pretty soon. I have an itch, and you know where it is, and you are the only one who can scratch it the way it needs to be scratched.â€

"Well, what are we trying to say here?" Mitchell asked. "A hot and sexy, take me, right here and right now, or a coolly elegant, spend your money, take your chances but it will be more than worth it in the end?"

"Dare, hon, I know you miss him," Tommy said, taking her hands in his. "I miss him, too, but life goes on, okay?"

They comment on how sexy you are; your nice ass, your strong body and I just love every second of this. You are a very sexy man and I completely love for another woman to admire you. They have no clue just how good to me you are. One of the ladies jokes with me by saying that if she had not met me, she would be pursuing you herself and give me a run for my money. You look at me and smile which makes my panties even wetter.

"Yes please Master. Let me cum, please." He nearly pulls out again, leaving only the head of his dick in. I'm squirming around trying to get all of it back again. "Please fuck me please, cum in my ass. Fuck your slut, please, please" I'm begging.

Mr. Jackson continued, "I hate to say this - do you promise to keep this under your hat?"

"Okay, well this place isn't very safe, can I get you some breakfast?"

In an almost zombie-like state John left his house.

"For God's sake Sandra, STOP." I screaming inside, Please, please STOP." Whatever I was saying inwardly my two companions were saying the opposite outwardly.

We all drank a toast to Clara who sat beaming at being the centre of attention at this time; little did she know like me that she would be the centre of attention for the whole evening.

We talked it over. As William pointed out, the real estate agent never said anything that would suggest the neighbors would be dangerous perverts, and the house was in all other respects ideal for what we wanted. What neither of us said in this discussion regarding the house was that we were curious about the neighbors, curious about their boldness. So we bought it.

Tre nodded. Nina's mind was whirling, taking in the scent of a man's cologne mixed with female heat. This much temptation just wasn't fair. And she didn't have a chance in hell of keeping her promise if this woman didn't leave soon. She sat on the sofa beside Tre, crossing her legs. Her mother always said you could catch more bees with honey than with vinegar.

"Oh yes, and more, a lot lot more."

Even at that age I was sexually attracted towards her and spent all day looking at her. Padma Aunty was 39, 5'6" tall, has beautiful sexy figure, a heavyset lady, large expressive eyes, pleasant pectorals, round face, thick juicy lips, dimple cheeks, blemish less clear smooth skin, long thick jet black silky smooth lustrous shining hair reaching her knees. She was a Hastini type woman. She oozes sexuality and feminineness. She was elegant, sophisticated, glamorous, and magnificent. She looks like KR Vijaya, the South Indian actress.

Thinking we were going back out to the pier, I made a right turn at the end of the dark hallway for the back door. Just as I was about to stumble into the entertainment center that I couldn't see in the darkness, Hannah grabbed my left hand and pulled me towards the opposite direction. It was dark, and now I didn't know which way we were going. I eventually saw Hannah open a door, the front door. We weren't going to the pier.

I was infuriated. Dave and Suzanne had broken up weeks ago, and now here she was storming into his house while we were in the middle of having sex. Not that he was such a great fuck, but I didn't especially relish having the bitch barge in like that when I was all naked in bed with a guy.

"I already told you," he returned impatiently. "I want YOU. Not sexually," he raised his hand to cut off any rejoinder I was about to make, "But as a fellow agent for the British crown. Now before you protest how much you hate England, I know better. You might not love it, but you know that Ireland under English rule, as bad as I must acknowledge that is has been at times, is better off than it would be under the Corsican."

I watched Sam slide his cock into my sister's hot pussy. "This is so good!" he gasped. "Your tight snatch! . . . Gripping my pole!"

'Armand parts my legs, flat against the carpet of grass. He lies between them, his cock resting along the gulley between the cheeks of my bottom.

"You know what mommy wants. Take it out for her."

"Nice tits," he grunted, his hands now on my jeans pulling them down. I stepped out of them now fully

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