Get Fred wet... She brought her moist fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. Very wet. Then go to sleep before you get yourself in serious troubl....With that perfect plan in mind, she returned to the living room and lounged on the couch, which caused her robe to ride up to about mid thigh, revealing even more of her shapely legs. No matter how many times she told herself, You're supposed to be going to bed, she still remained on the couch, pretending to watch the television but actually. I’ll leave you to dry off; ok?”As she got up and went from me, after that fleeting moment of sex, a new sensation of masculinity filled me on that morning of my nineteenth birthday.From then on, when at home together, Mother and I began a teasing and pleasing game. Like when she’d called me into her bedroom a few day’s after my birthday.“Hey Dick, help me with new bra hook will you darling?”She was facing her mirror wearing a new black bra which still had the label on it.That was hot shit.My. ”A shiver ran through her as she tried to look away. He ran a hand up and down his length then, pushing the pre-come to the tip and letting it dribble down slowly. Teasing. Tempting.“How often have you imagined my cock inside you after listening to my voice? Stroking your g-spot, drawing out your juices as I fuck you?” He stepped closer, rubbing his thumb over the angry-looking crown, smearing the sticky residue like a second skin. She spread her legs, one shoe dropping to the floor as she. I have a Winchester look-alike, also in .44-40 caliber that works pretty much the same way as the revolver. I also carry a bowie knife, so I look the part of one tough hombre.My horse is a black beauty. He would look at home anywhere from a show ring to working cattle, though he might be a little large to be considered by the ignorant to be a good cow-pony. He was equipped with his own AI, and was a cyborg. Yes, he had originally been a full blown war horse belonging to some knight in the.