" We switched over. "We never exchanged names." Sure we did. How do you think we are holding this conversation?" You know what I mean. Our real names.... Oh that. You really want to know more about me?"Why wouldn't I?" Most guys are scared of the fact I swing a mean hockey stick." LOL. Only most guys?" The others tend to be more violent than a game of NHL hockey." That's legal???" LMAO. Probably not. But I don't stay around long enough for them to get a shot at me." You're safe with me. I save my. I jerked off about it a lot. Especially since I found out he was having her in the arsehole too. Made me feel worse but more excited. I came home early another day, and I could hear voices. I hid in the hallway, and secretly watched through the crack in the half open door. J was, oh goodness, she was naked on all fours on the lounge floor, groaning loudly. Her boss knelt behind her with his big dick inserted into my wife's pussy. The new area manager was there too, with his cock in her mouth,. All the time you would be well aware of your naked body being on display to my eager eyes; and your ears aware of my verbal assault when my mouth not active on your nipples.I call you me horny bitch, my fuck slut of a whore, my fuck cunt of a prick teasing tart; but I also constantly refer to you as my cum bucket of a tramp. I tell you that your cunt is my condom for spunk and I will always ride you bareback, so you can feel the red hot splashes of my cock as it spews its baby making seeds into. Margaret slowly unbuttoned his shirt and she ran her fingers through his chest hair as they kissed. Ben unbuttoned Margaret’s blouse and cupped her breast in his strong young hands. The pair stripped each other slowly, kissing each other’s newly naked skin as they did. Until finally, both Ben and Margaret were sitting on the sofa completely naked and kissing. Margaret looked into Ben’s young eyes and asked, “Ben honey, are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes.” Ben’s reply was short and sweet..