My friend told me she talks her son into coming over and having sex with her and he finally does it when his dad is at work. Im not cheating like that...hellip,.I just want him so bad and there is no good reason why we couldnt&hellip,maybe&hellip, have sex privately as no one will ever know. &hellip,..I bet hes up in his room right now stroking that big erection&hellip,and I cant even watch him do it&hellip,.well my wet pussy is going to get a nice finger fucking again tonight, and thats final.. " Stacie looked incredulous. "Really, darling mine. I've wondered about the 'artistic mind.' I even have some research up there," I pointed to my office, "that says exactly what you've just said. Artists are unpredictable and predictable at the same time. But we're all cut from the same cloth. We all want to make everything come together. It all depends on schedules. Some artists, like Morry and Rachel, can more or less predict their schedules. Others cannot. We just have to use different. When Kim hesitated I reached down and undid my belt then my pants letting them fall to the floor. My cock was hard inside my boxers and poking out. Kim took a step and rubbed my cock over my boxers then slid the boxes down. Kim put her hand on my dick saying, “Oh my, that is bigger than Larry’s; it looks even bigger in the light than in felt inside me last night.” Kim kissed me very passionately pulling me down to the bed. We kissed for a moment and then I whispered in her ear that wanted to. “I only feel the tightness, wetness and warmth of your vagina” the cop said “no drugs, good”“just a second, I felt something engorged” the cop said, and started rubbing his cock head to the engorged g-spot of Emily, having the ridge of his cock head to shaft move back and forth and feel the texture of the g-spot on his cock, rubbing it for several minutes. “Ahhhh”, Emily screamed and start squirting the juices in her swollen g-spot on the cops cock, “Ahhh”, “Ahhh” “Nope, false alarm, it was.