I wanted to push her back down on her back and continue to eather well used pussy. I jumped up, said "Rosie I'm sorry", I grabbed my sons clothesand ...an from her apartment.When I got back to my car, I was sweating and red as a beet. My wife asked what hersister was doing and i panicked. I told her I think she was asleep. My wife asked mehow I got into her apartment if she was asleep. I told her that I knocked and waited acouple of minutes. When no one answered, I tried the knob and the. To me, it was the same as getting some eggs at the store as far as I was concerned - and nobody gets PTSD from buying eggs.Meanwhile, back to the lady friend who was a sweet 16 brunette who loved to fuck and we did - a lot - not that I was any great shakes at it except for being eager as hell. Well, she arranged for us to spend some time at her cousin’s apartment across the city. What I didn’t know was that while we were going there to shag, her cousin was going to be doing the same thing. The. A mixture of the rustling of the leaves, her semi-somnolent state and an over active imagination were working together. She smiled to herself as she rolled over to try and get back to sleep. Whatever next??dancing, dancing in a woodland glade. Jasmine, and her sisters, she just knew they were her sisters, flowed together, their bodies an expression of the power of the woodland. She could sense the sap rising through the trees reflected in the warm glow that suffused her body. There was a joy,. I should have. I should have realized that I couldn't do all these things and not fuck her. But I really hadn't thought about it. And now she wanted me to fuck her, and I'd bet anything that she was still a virgin. I had turned down Gemma for just that reason, and here was another girl asking me for that."I don't know the answer," I said."Well, I just want it on the table that my mother is obeying you, and you have promised to satisfy her. I believe that I am obeying you just as well, so I.