My husband rolled over and felt my wet, gooey pussy. He mounted me and fucked me just the way I like bringing me to orgasim rather easily and draining...his balls into me. We feel asleep. The next morning we got in the shower together and I got out and was looking at myself in the mirror. I am five foot ten, long legs and nice wide hips. I weigh about 130 pounds, long blonde hair, nice tits and have my dark haired bush trimmed into a nice landing strip. My husband has always told me that I have. What he doesn't know is why he quit being a sailor and married my mom.(James, age 7)If you didn't chuckle at one of these, you need to find a better sense of humour.After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in his seat and closed his eyes.As the train rolled out of the station, the young woman sitting next to him pulled out her cell phone and started talking in a loud voice:"Hi sweetheart. It's Sue. I'm on the train"."Yes, I know it's the six thirty and not the four thirty, but I had a long. “So did you enjoy watching me last night?” Shannon was standing in the doorway, but she was behind me so I could not see her.“You startled me.” I turned to face her. She was wearing a small tee shirt that squeezed her tits to almost criminal tightness and wore only black panties. “Is something wrong?” She moved into the kitchen and went to the cupboard and got a bowl. I didn’t answer her right away, but watched her from behind as she grabbed a bowl and sat down beside me.“No nothing is. You’re welcome.” *** The room was bathed in soft lighting while a quiet selection of jazz music played in the background. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky, and the night air was crisp in his lungs and felt comfortable against his skin. Colin had arrived early in hopes of getting in and getting out as quickly as possible, but it seemed fate had other ideas. He was standing on the patio talking to the Dean of the Art Department when he saw her. She was standing there in a long.