Saturday, September 16, 2006

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The two of them dissolved into a gale of giggles, but Claire couldn"t deny to herself the fact that her curiosity had been piqued.

"I didn't bring my dildo, so you will be my dildo, but you are not allowed to cum until we both have cum first, or you will be a bad dildo," she said smiling.

Ben moaned again. Pidge reached down between Mary's legs and squeezed the base of his cock. "Not yet," she said brightly. "I want some, too."

He looked into her fearful eyes and said, “Are you ready to begin, Alexa?”

Again, he bathed my body with the warm fragrant bath water as I tried to calm down and regain some normal breathing rhythm.

"He sometimes look to long at my legs in skirt and at these." She cupped both her magnificent breasts in her hands.

"No, I've never had the opportunity. I've worked outside in the heat of the day before. I'm guessing."

"Well then, what am I supposed to do while you're gone tomorrow morning?" Carol asked.

She observed how he eyed everyone, snorting in amusement. "I'm sure y'all really don't believe that I was this so-called sniper, do you?"

As I watched his dick disappear into her pussy and I leaned in to continue my suck job on my wife. With Sandy being on top I was unable to lick her clit but I WAS able to lick her stretched out lips. With every taste I wanted more!

She is not much at all for groping when she knows it is going on but today she was drunk so every once in awhile. I could see one of them "accidentally" sliding their hand too far down her back and onto her ass or accidentally brushing her breast as the reached for something... you know the kind of things that drunk guys do to drunk girls all the time. When she didn't seem to mind they just kept doing it more and more.

When they got over to Red's place he suggested they crack open a couple of beers and forget about the computer until the morning. Being alone with Red brought Alex's fantasises flooding back to him and he felt strangely elated. He could not remember when last he had been so excited by the prospect of something happening to him, anything to change his boring little life.

"Ooh this is great! I think having a bit of an audience watching me turns me on more" Amanda said.

Those fey, unworldly eyes roiled and boiled with a savage, murderous aching hunger to cut them down where they stood. She wanted them bleeding and dying. She wanted them dead. She wanted to kill them.

As for being so turned on, she admitted that having a strange man, especially a hunk like John, touching her sexually was tremendously stimulating. I told her how I felt both aroused and jealous when watching her with another guy. I told her I was probably a little masochistic; maybe I actually liked the feeling of being jealous.

It was early evening before my solitude was finally broken when the door bell rang. I hesitated, wondering if I should just ignore it, pretend I wasn’t there .. but then remembered that my car was still in the drive way, so everyone knew I was home. With some trepidation I walked to the door and opened it, and almost gasped in surprise as I found Stephen standing there, his head lowered in that familiar shy way of his, a flush on his face. “I ...I’m sorry to disturb you” he stammered, “But you did say if I needed another ... massage”

The anguish in his voice tore at Sue's heart. A war was being fought in her head. She knew it was wrong, but she loved him so. And God help her, she and Sally hadn't had time to fulfill their lust and she was aching for release. Also, he looked so much like Bob did at his age. While she was agonizing with these thoughts, Andy released her wrists, reached forward, slipped his hands inside her robe and cupped her breasts. She had just decided that she shouldn't allow this, when she felt his hands on her breasts. When his thumbs flicked gently, almost reverently back and forth across her nipples, they sprang forth instantly. Andy marveled at how far they stuck out. Sue felt a delicious tremor run through her body, right down to her pussy, making it feel as if it were on fire.

"You're welcome."

My own right hand was resting on an armrest, as I had the seat at the end of my row. Within minutes, Nathalie found me, and took a seat not only on my armrest, but on my hand. From the look of surprise on her face I knew she had not planned it, and I dared not pull away, lest any of the other teachers notice. She sat perfectly still and stared straight ahead.

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