It didn't bother me at allthat day." But it's bothering you today. Two questions, why are you still wearingthem and why is it bothering you now? I ass...me you dried your ownpants?" Yes, I dried my own pants. But when I got home that first nightShelley got really turned on by me in her knickers and we had reallygood sex." He blushed again."So have you been wearing them a lot since then?" Only at home, for sex. Today's the first time I've worn them out ofthe house." I kind of guessed that. So why. She never let on to him either, although she did hint at him having a nice thick cock.She also wormed it out of him that he once had sex with his friend's mother. I was both impressed and jealous! We didn't know any more details but it did hint at him liking older women...A few days later, I got a chance to glimpse his cock for myself. I'd gone to a works party and I bumped into my old flame Liam - the former intern - now a very confident young man. A gal was not going to turn down the chance. We even got flirty more than a few times where back rubs would go a little too far and grappling matches would become inappropriate gropes. But we never went too far, that is we never consummated anything. Truthfully speaking, had she ever called my bluff; I am fairly sure I would have chickened out.In 1973 I was back in Cali visiting Mom and my sisters. My little sister was over at a friends and my older sister, my mom, her boyfriend of the week and I all went out to a cliff side beach. Now. You keep shooting. There is no need for sound. Looking at this picture, every man, every woman will see the pleasure on her face.Her left hand reaches for her throat. It claws around it, she chokes herself as a finger opens her sex. She looks like a doll paralyzed in pleasure, enslaved. A complete submission to her own lust, to the image of her degradation.Puppet of the lens. Both her hands rip away. One slides on her cheek, collecting your juices between her fingers. The other goes deep inside.