Would you like to come over next weekend? Grandma will be at a quilting event most of the weekend, is that OK? (Please be OK, please.) J. OK.G. Would ...ou like that?J. Sure. I can sleep on the sofa.G. Grandma will be gone Saturday night.J. OK.G. You can sleep in our bed if you want.J. OK.G. Would you like that? (Please say yes.) J. Sure.G. Can you send me another picture with more of your body? (Let’s see if the deal is sealed.) Oh, my God! A full frontal, she’s beautiful, long dark brown hair,. Last night I was used by my lover and a load of guys, tonight was going to be just as good I hoped, with more guys using my body than ever before, Lunch time the next day Francis rang, he was the very well hung guy who had fucked me last night, to say he was staying over an extra day, just so he could meet me again, so did I want to meet him tonight, room number and time was set, and I told him I would be inviting extra guys too, he was ok with that, and said that last night was great seeing me. Trembling, shivering, and ready for release, I chant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” to the heavens. At his breaking point, thick with desire and need, he will push my legs back and mount me. Taking steady aim, he will point his dick, filled with need, to the place he belongs. In a single, slow, deep stroke, he will fill me, take my breath away. Purposed, steady, strong, and hard, he will slide his dick in me over and over and over again. My legs wrapped tightly around him, my nails in his. "My side," he said. "There's the line." Ah," she said, "but there's my side, your side, and then the part in the middle. No-man's land."Pete frowned. "No-man's land? But you're in it."She stretched and the lace of her short black nightgown failed to completely cover her. "Yes," she said, "but, then, I'm not a man, am I?"He smiled, and his boxers showed evidence that she had not lost her appeal.They talked quietly about nothing much. Her hand made its way to his hair. His slipped onto her thigh..