Feeling his hot breath rushing into my mouth, all resistance ceased. He easily lifted me up and turned me around to sit in his lap. My body tingled al... over, making me giggle at the sensations. Trey's tongue was in my mouth, his hands around my waist, and my hands rested against his chest, feeling the warmth of his mass. His mouth seemed to almost swallow mine whole, humming as he kissed me, sending vibrations. I felt my inhibitions melting away, almost like I had become a different person. I. ' I know he is liking the smoothness of my half-glasses and the fact that they belong to his hot looking Mom, yes I really like that.HankSaturday night, Mom goes out with friends to play some Bingo. I decide to once again enjoy my own fantasies. Since I feel she'd be home sometime later, I leave my door open. The way the room is, my back is to the door. Well, here I am with the beads of Mom's black half-square glasses wrapped around my cock, with her halves under my balls and stroking away with. Peter and Paul were either side partly looking sideways on. All were dressed in casual slacks and open shirts of red, white and blue showing their hairy, muscular chests. Oh, boy, were they handsome.They were horrible models and I had to resort to photographs but this was OK when they produced the 3D images of exactly what I was painting. It did make my job easier and their’s was win, win. I even had the 3D image enlarged to place it with the painting. The painting I had painted with so much. "Marie squeezed and Neal smiled. Miranda admired the glossy-red head and the veined shaft. She saw that Marie's fingers did not overlap, and the spot she was holding wasn't the thickest part of him. That seemed to be a tie between the round knob of a head and a spot two-thirds the way down his shaft."Feel how hard he is," Marie suggested. "He can keep it like that for hours! At least, it seems that way at times."Miranda was going to pass on her offer, but Neal turned toward her and stepped.