The bed frame creaked loudly, with the headboard occasionally smacking forcefully against the wall. “Shit, shit, shit!” Heather cried. She was bo...h in ecstasy, and terrified that her parents were going to come banging on the door at any second.She looked up into Jimar’s face. He had assumed an expression that was almost businesslike. He was pounding the shit out of her like a man possessed, yet, he looked so serious. Once more, the thought flashed through her head, how many girls has he. In 1981, and 1983, we had a boy and a girl. Then in 1987, my wife joined a gym, and got a job as a waitress. She lost all the baby weight she had gained, changed her her color to blond, and even though she was nearing 40, with 2 k**s, she looked as hot as the day we were married.In 1988, she started to go out with the younger waitresses she worked with after work, with my approval. Again, we started up our fantasies of her having sex with other guys. Sometimes she would come home after going to. I thought for a while his shyness could be to do with the rejection from his father or just a male presence in the house growing up but long since has my education disproven that fact. My cab pulled up to our driveway. It had been a long journey. I loved the idea when I was young of attending Uni at the other side of the country just so I can be free of the distractions of Family and friends but I missed this place terribly. I paid my fare and went up to the door. I smiled at myself as I. I would have admired her technique longer except I had to stop watching the broom to look at her beautiful round ass, firm and perfectly enclosed in the tight jeans I hoped to be getting into as a result of my coming to help her. I had wanted Madison ever since she'd showed up at our school. She showed up our junior year, short, sweet and beautiful and quickly joined in with the group of three boys and three girls I'd been hanging out with since middle school. She was the type of girl I liked.