“I could go, now. But I want you.”My mouth was dry. I had a choice. I could tell him to go, to leave me alone. Could I? Even though I was scared �...� he scared me – I was horny. Heart beating fast I got down on my knees. I reached out, touched his cock trough the fabric of his boxers. “Don't go then”, I murmured nearly breathless and pulled the shorts down. Pre-cum glistened on his hard dick, he moaned again as I straightened up to lick over its head.He was trembling, fighting to stay in control.. 'I yank my fingers free, grab the pan by its handle, and fling it thoughtlessly to the counter next to the stove where it clatters and spews some of its contents onto the countertop and floor. The coil is glowing dull red. I wrap an arm around her waist and drag her backwards, stumbling, just a foot or two, and then put a hand on her back and shove until she bends over. She manages to toss the spatula away and land palms-down instead of face-first, but I'm still pushing, overcoming the. The next day, I called Denise from work. Knowing that my hypochondriac mother would, by her very nature, play her part unwittingly, I told my wife that her mother-in-law wasn't feeling well and would like to see her for the weekend. Although my wife did not exactly relish the duty, I had selected her, after all, partly for her pliability. I told her that since Kimmie enjoyed visiting my mother so much (yeah, right!) and needed to be punished for staying out later than allowed, and since I had. Nicole laughed at his fear. "Just wait, in a moment this lovely rock-hard cock is going to be inside there. Then my sweet little cunt will suck all that fear right out of you. As well as everything else," she added with a wicked laugh.George didn't get a chance to protest. Nicole sat down, smothering his face in the soft flesh of her ass. The bed rocked and swayed beneath him as she ground her body against him. He felt the moist folds of her sex rub against his nose and mouth. Something slender.