Jeff Gordon Is Gay
"Shush."
I felt Marlyin unzipping my trousers ... she reached in and took hold of the upper elastic band of my briefs and pulled the band out and down, so that she was able to tuck the band under my privates, causing my penis and testicles thereby to be lifted and highlighted out from my opened britches. When Marilyn then took hold of my cock, her touch was knowing and sure -- she did not make the typical move of letting her hand brush the sensitive skin of my shaft, but she held onto my strained member snugly, so that the effect was of a deep massage, the flesh in her hand squeezed just tight enough so that there was no abrasive alarm, no startling sensation at all, just that deep rolling encirclement -- Marilyn knew how to hold a man's attention with firm yet delicate force, how to keep him from feeling discomfitted or abused.
She knew that he was in high school as well and considering it was nearly noon, he should have been preparing himself for the college experience.
"I meant your husband."
With that he held his cock and placed it in Carrie's mouth. It was wet and glistening from all of Carrie's juices that covered it. Laying on her back, she started bobbing, but Dave couldn't stop himself from moving his own hips to essentially fuck Carrie's mouth.
I reached in my pocket, opened up an Altoids box (hey, they work as great cover) and pulled out a little white pill.
"What type of coffee?" she asked, motioning with one hand towards the board that listed dozens of different varieties.
"Nooooh, please..." the girl gasped, wide-eyed with fright. "Nnnnnngghh!" She gritted her teeth, as the eight-inch Latex cock slithered its way into her sopping quim. It even had a pair of realistic, Latex balls, that slapped against the back of her thighs, as Alicia penetrated her fully.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and shoved by pulsating cock into her sore pussy. She screamed and we both exploded together in an incredible orgasm.
We made our way up into the stairway, and I felt my cock harden as I followed her swaying ass as we headed for the roof. With only one floor to go, she turned off, and we stepped through the door. She stopped just as I turned from closing the door, and I bumped into her and growled, my erection straining against the front of my jeans.
I couldn't believe how my wife had changed from such a demure little housewife to a sex driven slut.
Helen directed me there and we were out of the car and walking down a narrow path just ten minutes after I picked her up. We walked about two hundred feet into the woods and we came to a clearing. Helen pulled a beach blanket out of the large handbag she was carrying and laid it out on the ground. She sat down and patted the blanket next to her indicating that she wanted me to sit with here.
miniskirt31: ugh
She looked and said, "Oh, my God, what happened? What did you do to my husband?"
At that precise moment, Doctor Morton rushed into the room, along with a beefy security guard, and they both piled into the snarling hoodlum, quickly overpowering him.
She stood outside the door to the flat knowing she was being watched but reluctant to ring the bell. Her trench coat was belted tight, her head covered in a rain scarf against the thin drizzle that was falling, and she was cold. She had only to put down the valise that held her things and ring the bell, then she could go inside where it would be warm and dry. Warm and dry in another man's flat, and in another man's bed.
"That was incredible!" she gasped with an obviously empty mouth, as she continued to knead his half limp cock. As she squeezed a big drop from the tip, she leaned over and deftly scooped it up with her tongue.
It was 3 in the afternoon. Kyle knew just the time to be at his dad, Ken's office. Ken had his cock buried deep in the tight young pussy of his secretary when his son barged into his office. The blond slut pulled up her panties and ran from the office, embarrassed as hell and Kyle's dad just stood there in complete shock as his own son glared across the room at him.
"I'm not really hungry...er...not ready for dinner but I don't want to go home yet, either." She smiled sexily. "I'm enjoying myself. Maybe we can go for a drive or take a walk or something?"
I felt Marlyin unzipping my trousers ... she reached in and took hold of the upper elastic band of my briefs and pulled the band out and down, so that she was able to tuck the band under my privates, causing my penis and testicles thereby to be lifted and highlighted out from my opened britches. When Marilyn then took hold of my cock, her touch was knowing and sure -- she did not make the typical move of letting her hand brush the sensitive skin of my shaft, but she held onto my strained member snugly, so that the effect was of a deep massage, the flesh in her hand squeezed just tight enough so that there was no abrasive alarm, no startling sensation at all, just that deep rolling encirclement -- Marilyn knew how to hold a man's attention with firm yet delicate force, how to keep him from feeling discomfitted or abused.
She knew that he was in high school as well and considering it was nearly noon, he should have been preparing himself for the college experience.
"I meant your husband."
With that he held his cock and placed it in Carrie's mouth. It was wet and glistening from all of Carrie's juices that covered it. Laying on her back, she started bobbing, but Dave couldn't stop himself from moving his own hips to essentially fuck Carrie's mouth.
I reached in my pocket, opened up an Altoids box (hey, they work as great cover) and pulled out a little white pill.
"What type of coffee?" she asked, motioning with one hand towards the board that listed dozens of different varieties.
"Nooooh, please..." the girl gasped, wide-eyed with fright. "Nnnnnngghh!" She gritted her teeth, as the eight-inch Latex cock slithered its way into her sopping quim. It even had a pair of realistic, Latex balls, that slapped against the back of her thighs, as Alicia penetrated her fully.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and shoved by pulsating cock into her sore pussy. She screamed and we both exploded together in an incredible orgasm.
We made our way up into the stairway, and I felt my cock harden as I followed her swaying ass as we headed for the roof. With only one floor to go, she turned off, and we stepped through the door. She stopped just as I turned from closing the door, and I bumped into her and growled, my erection straining against the front of my jeans.
I couldn't believe how my wife had changed from such a demure little housewife to a sex driven slut.
Helen directed me there and we were out of the car and walking down a narrow path just ten minutes after I picked her up. We walked about two hundred feet into the woods and we came to a clearing. Helen pulled a beach blanket out of the large handbag she was carrying and laid it out on the ground. She sat down and patted the blanket next to her indicating that she wanted me to sit with here.
miniskirt31: ugh
She looked and said, "Oh, my God, what happened? What did you do to my husband?"
At that precise moment, Doctor Morton rushed into the room, along with a beefy security guard, and they both piled into the snarling hoodlum, quickly overpowering him.
She stood outside the door to the flat knowing she was being watched but reluctant to ring the bell. Her trench coat was belted tight, her head covered in a rain scarf against the thin drizzle that was falling, and she was cold. She had only to put down the valise that held her things and ring the bell, then she could go inside where it would be warm and dry. Warm and dry in another man's flat, and in another man's bed.
"That was incredible!" she gasped with an obviously empty mouth, as she continued to knead his half limp cock. As she squeezed a big drop from the tip, she leaned over and deftly scooped it up with her tongue.
It was 3 in the afternoon. Kyle knew just the time to be at his dad, Ken's office. Ken had his cock buried deep in the tight young pussy of his secretary when his son barged into his office. The blond slut pulled up her panties and ran from the office, embarrassed as hell and Kyle's dad just stood there in complete shock as his own son glared across the room at him.
"I'm not really hungry...er...not ready for dinner but I don't want to go home yet, either." She smiled sexily. "I'm enjoying myself. Maybe we can go for a drive or take a walk or something?"
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