“Holy crap, mom, it has not gone down since I realized you were watching me. Normally, it goes down pretty fast after I fuck Kelly, but it stayed ha...d while I was showering. All I could think of was you seeing my hard cock. It's aching like a case of blue balls,” He said.“Let me see if I can help. Come here, baby,” I said.With that, he walked to me and dropped the towel. His nine-inch cock stuck out in front of him. It was like I was seeing Josh Sr. for the first time. I took it in hand and. If it had been wonderful to do it with her booted feet, just imagine the thrill of jacking the horse off with her naked hands! Maybe letting him shoot his thick slime all over her belly and tits!Maybe even--oh, the thrill of such depravity--maybe even letting him shoot in her face!Marion was thinking fast and hard.And she came up with a plan... Marion Tremayne was twenty-six years old.She had been married for five years, and it had been a happy enough marriage. She had met her husband, Jim, at. It was a blissful experience, but it eventually came to an end when one of my friends—not the fantasy version, but the real, flesh-and-blood version—spoke. It took a second before I figured out what she had just said. My cheeks turned red when I finally realized she had asked if I was having one of my fantasies—they knew about my overpowering daydreams, though they had yet to learn they were the stars of quite a few. It took a while, but I eventually opted for a truthful answer. I. We are the cliche best friends who do everything together. We hang out practically every day, we work out together, we play video games together. There's not much we don't do, but I won't keep rambling. Also, no, this is probably not going where you're thinking and we don't have threesomes together. Like I said, since I was little, I've always had an insanely high sex drive. I distinctly remember when I was younger, I had this pillow in my room that I would grab and literally hump the shit out.