Heather just moaned louder and I stood up. I turned her around with my hands and made her bend over. I slapped her ass on the left cheek and then ha...der on her right one. The smack echoed for a second; the contact seemed even louder because her ass was still slick and glistening from her own hot pee. I pulled her wet thong off and ordered her down to her knees. Heather groaned as she got down and then put her ass up for my view. She groaned again as my hard cock easily slid into her. I mean, just what did I look like under all that hair? As I looked through the directory I felt a pointed thought take shape: "Maybe you could look like her?" (him?) (them?). When I strolled through Lane Bryant: "Wouldn't it be nice to know if this thing will fit before I pay for it?" scratched at the base of my neck. When the night became late in my motel room: "Damn it would be nice to take a walk in a skirt!" began to claw somewhere above my right eye. But the next morning, when I crawled. He feels her warm, wet mouth enclose his head, sucking her juices off it. She takes it out and licks around the shaft, lapping up her fluids before returning the tip to her mouth and beginning to suck as her hand starts to move up and down his length.Quickly, Casey feels himself nearing orgasm. Jessica seems to know this too as she gives silently gives him one final, long lick from bottom to top, sending shivers through his whole body as she tastes the precum oozing from him. Then shuffling. Anyway, this isn't about Sam's daughters. This is about wanting to fuck Sam, badly, and about how I am pretty positive that not only does Sam want it but that my wife would seriously want me to start fucking Sam if she was no longer around.I fantasize that I would get a text from Sam one day while my wife is at work and I am home with k**s, as usual on weekdays. "I need to talk to someone, would it be okay if I came over today?" She would show up wearing something somewhat sexy (which would.