What John had just revealed was too close to what had already happened to her. Samantha shuddered at the memories. But he wasn’t Jeff, she told hers...lf over and over again. Time and experience had enabled her to pick out the honest and the deceitful and John was definitely honest. And right now this honest man was feeling very lost. Samantha stepped next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. ‘So we’re a couple of people that can’t seem to fight what’s happening between us.’ ‘Yeah, looks like.’. I have fantasy about they persuade me to show them my tits and then jerk their cocks, i think 2 boys i let them fuck me. could you write story with my theme???Story written April 2007 with a major revision by Ernest Bywater requested by Cazna Rochester in 2013.BackgroundMy name is Katerina Antinov, I teach high school. I stand 1.65 metres tall, fair skin, slim, athletic build, 34-24-28 with C cup breasts, long blond hair that reaches my bottom, light blue eyes, pretty face. My legs are a little. Reese produced 4 tumblers with his best bourbon in them, handing one to each of us. “To friends.” He toasted. “To friends.” We all answered. As we drank and talked, I let my hands wander, first to Karen’s ample tits, and after getting no resistance, slowly moved lower. She was getting worked up and a blush was starting to spread across her chest. She finished off her drink and leaned over, laying across my lap with her feet up on the couch. Seizing the chance, I started playing with her pubic. “OK you win,” I repeated. How could I refuse when she fucked so nicely.“Good, what’s for supper?” she asked, “I’ll phone mom and tell her to pick up her shit and stay the fuck away from here.”“Say go easy, she’s your mom,” I advised.“Sure, but half the time I’m the adult and she’s the kid,” Janie sighed, “I can’t deal it that shit anymore.”“Right,” I agreed.“You’re a nice guy, you said you loved me when you fucked me,” she added, “I like you fucking me, where’s the problem?”“The age.