I had dreamed of having sex with her ever since I learned to masturbate. Tammy was sixteen and a cheerleader in my school. I couldn’t wait. When Mom...asked me who I’d like to fuck first, I told her, and she called Tammy up. Mom said, “Tammy could you come right over? My son wants to fuck you more than any of his other female relatives.”Mom told me to stay in bed and that she would bring breakfast up to me. Soon Judy was crawling in bed with me. Dad sent her in to wait for breakfast.As we waited. It was this feeling that I wanted to own her all by myself, her eyes, her smile, her smooth body – everything tempted me.Now if I talk about her husband, he was like a father to me. He treated me as one of his own and he was quite build up and the only thing I noticed was their disagreement on things and frequent fights (not serious ones though).I thought I had a chance. But I was scared to make a move as I knew her quite well, she would get angry at this and would make a scene. So I did not. She loved that about him. That little line of hair. She also loved that he never shaved down there. She liked that his pubic hair trapped his musk, his natural male scent. She pulled the pants down more so that they fell down to his ankles, and freed his cock to the air.It was Mitchell’s turn to tremble. He looked down at her, his eyes were a deep burgundy now. She rolled her dark green eyes up to look at him as she wrapped the head of his cock in her mouth. He dipped his head back with a deep. "Jamie Lynn?" I whispered toward her ear, "I want you to tell me what I could do for you if you had one wish."The waiter appeared out of thin air to examine the remains of my bottle of wine and to take our request for yet another Vodka. Damn! My plans would have to wait. Or would they? As the waiter hustled off on his mission I kissed her neck just below her left ear, waiting for her reply. I breathed in her scent deeply, sensing the warmth coming off her body, increasing the intensity of the.