I was talking as I was remembering these moments: “that one fine morning, she rode the bus, sat in her usual chair, facing me, she was wearing torn ...ants, so torn, I could see the twists and turns of her sexy white legs. She knew I’ve been looking at her. She enjoys my indirect looks. She sat in a way that let the torn pants reveal as much skin as possible. I saw her thong. I even saw a few strands of pubic hair. My cock grew so hard, I felt pain.” As I continued remembering and talking, I. I looked at him as I gasped with a slutty smile on my face."I wonder how your wife would react seeing you do that !" He said in a smirkHe was damn right! I was there on the family couch sucking a big cock and loving it, but there was no stopping me now!I continued sucking his dick, leaning on my stomach, until I felt his hand reaching for my ass. He started playing with my asshole with his middle finger, it made me moan with my mouth full of his cock. He pushed his pants down with his feet and. Jimmy thrust his hips trying to force it between her lips but she laughed and spit on his veined shaft. Both hands now encircled its girth and moved in unison, pumping him, trying to draw out his cream. Jimmy reached down and cupped her heavy milk bags. His thumbs flicked over her brown nipples and I could see them crinkle and grow hard. She finally opened her mouth and took in his big, purple cock. It stretched her lips as it slid between them. I had measured my cock at nine inches and his. " My heart sank.How can you be so unromantic. That's my wedding night you've just pencilled in. Oh well! Maybe it's best not to get too excited. It still might not happenAnd then, we were home. I seemed to have so many places to call home. And this one was one of the better ones. I was closer to Mum and Dad than I had been since I'd left to go to university. The feeling that I was growing away from them and my roots had gone. Robert had brought me back to stay. I didn't get to play snooker, but.