I swapped fantasies, stories, pictures and even some phone sex with other guys too shy to actually meet.One day, I was talking to a guy who was about ...wenty-five miles from me and he actually wanted to meet. My gut did somersaults, but I always knew that this day would come and I would have to decide whether to dive in or turn and run. I decided well, it’s now or never and made plans to meet at his house. I wanted to chicken out all the way there, but didn’t. We watched a little porn (straight). I leaned over and kissed him roughly, speeding up my hand again. His bulging cock began to quiver in my hand. His hands cupped my face and pulled my bobble out of my hair, sending the waves cascading around my shoulders. I kissed him again, again tightening my grip around his throbbing penis. Scott’s hands ran through my hair frantically. His breathing quickened. His eyes closed. His member twitched in my hand one final time and he exploded. A loud grunt exploded from his mouth as a hot sticky. Tears streamed down over his cheeks and his hands clenched and unclenched. Brian sat on the end of his bed, hands over his face. It was the same routine as last night. He heard the sounds of children having fun in the bath and then silence as they went off to bed. It was all he could do to keep from screaming as he waited for the sound of her voice. ‘Brian you naughty boy, you erased all my drawings. That took me a long time to do,’ the voice of his wife remarked from beyond the bedroom door.. Then he slowly moved back and forth and he again increased his tempo. She was groaning and moaning of the pleasure arising from the frictions which he made by his very long and thick penis. She looked at the mirror again and she saw him had full dominance on her. He was holding her body like a doll or instrument and just hitting his penis deep inside her. She was screaming louder and louder. Then she lost the sense of hearing and then she closed her eyes... All what she could feel was the penis.