I slide my hand over your tight ass and the down your firm stomach into your pants,I feeel a slight covering of hair but as I move to your pussy it is...bare. my hand slides up and down your lips as if I'm teasing you, I slide my hand to the opening of your cunt and I can feel the heat on my hand, the dampness engulfs my fingers as I moisten tehm before teasing your clit.I pull your pants and thong halfway off your legs and start kissing up your thighs until I Reach the destination I was destined. There was a picture of a woman with half a dozen cocks around her and her face covered with semen. “That one looks really hot.” She told the astonished man.When we came down from the upstairs, my wife still had a full load of my semen in her pussy from when I had fucked her. Walking down the stairs had loosed it up and it now began to slowly leak out of her vagina. She had no panties on so the sticky white substance started to drip down the inside of her thigh. One of the men noticed it and. He said he like the feel of silky legs. Not wishing to make a scene at the table, I let him have his way. Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky footsy game The dinner and speeches were over and the music had begun. I sighed that I hadn't danced in years. My son Mark asked me if I want to dance with him. I have always loved to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son.The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit. Now I am dead without my choice, there was nothing I could do, there was not even a thunderstorm! Or a storm! Just a random bolt from a clear sky. Fuck this I am really disappointed ... well, at least now I know that there is some kind of afterlife. Yet I do not feel fear or anger, maybe I am just content with m death.“Hi John”I know that voice, its Mark, my friend, but what is he doing here? He moved out like a year ago. I wouldn't expect him to be in my town, certainly not here.“Hi Mark, what.