As he was looking in the passenger seat of his car at the card his sister’s family had sent him, a blaring horn and bright blinding headlights flare... up in his face, wrenching him back to reality from his imagining to swerve just seconds from hitting the semi head-on. His car, out of the truck’s way, skidded and slid towards the ditch on his side, plunging into what he was sure an icy depth of deathly cold waters the ditch still held. As his car’s engine rumbled and died with a spurt, he. With an iron grip on her hips, the stud no longer hesitates; he begins forcefully pounding her asshole, his battering ram of hardened male flesh hammering her sphincter into submission. “Oh, shit!” he gasps; the compactly built stud is even more muscular than J.J. and Aaron and he throws all of his body weight and strength into every bone jarring pelvic thrust. Allison clutches the sheets with a death grip, letting out one long, continuous scream of pain, but the stud shows her no mercy.. I ran my hands over the tops of my breasts as I thought of his tongue in between my legs. I glided my hands down past the waistband of my panties as I imagined his body over mine. I gently rolled my erect nipples between my fingers as I continued to construct the sick, little fantasy of a passion I will never know. But I played it through anyway. I wanted to finish it and I needed to. My body would not let me ignore it especially after these past weeks of loneliness.I trailed my fingers over. I moved a little to look at her thighs. I could not see her knickers but it was obvious what I am trying to do. I stood then, stepped past the coffee table and sat with Linda.She did not move apart from looking at me. I brazenly sat beside her and kissed her again. Mike stared at us and I can see that he is excited. I tug softly at Linda's dressing gown; she allows me to open it. She wears her panties, bra and stockings, the elastic grip variety. I gaze at her body as she relaxes her arms,.