One of my favourite fantasies stem from a discussion with a work colleague from around 7 or 8 years ago. I had been out drinking with my mate Phil and...we were discussing sex (as normal) when in drunken fit of honesty Phil said that he would love to get between Sue's long legs and fuck her silly. As his ex wife was a petite redhead with a fantastic body I hadn't considered that Sue would have been his type.Having said that, I had often thought about what is must be like to fuck a fiery little. "I am better than a man because I can stay home while hehas to do nasty work, and you describe the picture of yourself doingneedlework and a man digging a ditch. In your mind, you see one of the menon the road outside the school fence today at midday recess, his hugemuscles rippling and shining with sweat as he flings the dirt ten feet inthe air, knowing that you would have a hard time even lifting his shovel."I can make myself prettier by weaving flowers into my hair." You easilydescribe the. She was pushing her hips in my mouth and I was licking every warm drop of honey. I then got up. She sat on the bed corner exhausted and called me. She pulled me by my face and smooched me. Then we lay down in bed for a few minutes caressing her pussy and she stroked my dick slowly.S: Hey Banner. That was amazing. I’m happy that my first fuck after long years is going to be good. And I’m happy that I am being fucked by you, my love! I was 22 when my then boyfriend had sex. Hope it doesn’t bother. I felt a tad guilty, peeping through the windows of my own house to spy on my wife and our son, but I rationalised it as just a quick check to see what I was in for.I walked as quietly as I could up to the lounge window and peeped through the window. The light were on and the curtains were open a crack, and I could see there were a couple of guys either passed out or zoned out on the couch or on the floor, all of them only half-dressed, every available flat surface covered in beer cans, beer.