" I'd like that," said Hugo, as a mental image of him fucking the highwayman came into his mind's eye and his mouth watered at the thought."I thought ...ou would," replied his grandmother, "in fact, I'm surprised you didn't fuck that arse of his this afternoon. Especialy when I had the gun trained on him, he wouldn't have been given the chance to object." Oh, gosh, grandmother," said Hugo, "I was so tired by then but I will fuck him next week while you watch, I promise you. Have I ever let you. The remains of her morning coffee lay in a broken porcelain cup on thefloor. Ironically, the paper was open to the Style section showing a picture ofher in an elegant black evening gown which showed off her ample curves at arecent fund-raiser for Israel. She certainly was not the same person thismorning. There were additional signs ofchaos in the room: the travel books that once decorated the coffee table layabout the room; the coat rack in the foyer lay on the floor near the frontdoor; flowers. She was telling me she just likes sex all while fingering herself and putting her fingers in my mouth. She spread her legs wide then pulled my head between them”I guess I am just a slut”. Being a slut is fine with me I was thinking as I began licking up the juices that were seeping out between her lips. Cindy was never this vocal or loose with her feelings when she and I had sex with some one.Swinging with single males when we were younger was fun but seeing her with a woman was what I. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to.