My heart caught in my throat when I saw scratched in the cement, “Dag ‘03”. No. It wasn’t my Dag. But some little boy had scratched his name i...to wet cement. I could easily imagine Dag having done the same kind of thing when he was a child. These streets were his home. He probably grew up near this very place. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t making a saint out of him and revering the neighborhood he grew up in. But it really got to me that this was his neighborhood and his neighbors would want. Grey of fifty shades that scene made me wanna fuck her again she was cooking us a breakfast. She sat on my lap she wasn’t wearing anything but just a shirt my dick was erect and needed a morning dose so she directly sat on my dick and took it inside her pussy while we were feeding each other we were enjoying each other too and we had our breakfast and then we decided to go for a movie we quickly got ready she wore a golden one piece dress without panties and matching heels she was looking. His movements were slow at first. She watched his expression and sensed that that she was being “taken” by him. Unlike other times, she would not climax first or possibly at all. She pushed back against him so that he was in her as deep as possible. An involuntary contraction squeezed him and he took a deep breath. He responded by reestablishing his control with deep, even strokes. As she felt the climax building in him, she was surprised that he maintained his composure. He kept her gaze in. I had a class at twelve--plenty of time left to sleep.That's when I saw April. She was out of bed, bending over the stove and apparently making herself a cup of tea. That's not what got me, though--she was very close to being naked, and I could see the curved outline of her ass stretching through a pair of panties. She had on a flimsy robe, which I immediately recognized as Janine's, a chick I saw from time to time. She'd left it at my place on her last overnight visit.The robe came just below.