I could hardly remember, dreaming about Harry in a sexy fantasy because; I had not fucked my this boy toy in over 2 weeks and last evening also, when ... had an absolute desire to have him between my thighs and fuck him good, I learnt that he was out of town spending some time with his divorced mother. Harold is a very sweet young chap; I found at a trendy café, near where I lived and saw him every morning as I sat with my coffee and a creamed bagel with lox; wondering what it would be like to. But all she could do was hold that burning hot fucked belly of hers as her tits burned like fire and her pussy to. She had to go find them and stop whatever it was they were going to do to them. And she knew it would not be good! Down the path she struggled and tried to hurry but her belly hurt so and all those damn creatures that stung the hell out of her tits and clit had her sweating from the heat of the affects of their poisonous stings. She was getting closer to. "Chris, come on, this will get you in a party mood."Chris looked up, saw that Sandy was holding a lighted cigarette in her hand. She held the lighted stick of marijuana in offering and Chris accepted it, though reluctantly. Too many times she'd let herself loose control while stoned; it was a vice she had grown wary of."I'm no sure..." Don't be such a prude!" chided Sandy, taking a deep puff herself. "Here, smoke a little. C'mon." She held the hand- rolled cigarette to Chris's lips; first the. My thigh was pressed against his rock hard cock and my chest rested on his as I felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was excited and anxious. And I love it when he needs me and needs what we do. I stayed on my hands and knees and worked my lips down his chest, down to his manhood. I skipped over his cock and placed my lips and my tongue below his balls and kissed and licked ever so gently in that sensitive area. He jumped a bit with that sensation. His fingers found their way to my wet.