Linda. Linda was the woman my mother should have been. She was confident, sexy, glamorous, not short of money. Gorgeous. She walked differently I noti...ed, straight back chest out, shoulders back. You wanted to fuck her, and maybe, just maybe she’d let you. The three lucky bastards were there, ready to fuck her. They’d make her sweat, make her come over and over. They’d fuck her hard, very hard. I hadn’t told her that. No point giving her something extra to worry about. This was the last scene. Eventually he was up to my head and started to kiss me on the lips. He wrapped his arms under my armpits and under my neck. I felt his hairy chest press down on my hairless chest. He used his legs to part my legs. I felt his hard cock on my cock. (Visual: a 58 year old man with an athletic hairy body laying on top of a hairless 18 year old boy and kissing him.) Coach H’s hips started to thrust his cock over my cock. Coach H continued to kiss me on the lips. The kissing, the cock on cock. Now. Hard." My legs were shaking a little from the thrusting but I found renewed energy. With her still impaled on my shaft and her legs wrapped tightly around me, I made my way to the bed. Her face was flushed and she was looking at me with pure lust. Her bare breasts were full and her nipples were throbbing. All she wore at this point were her garter and stockings. My cock still buried deep into her folds. I grabbed her ankles and brought them both to my shoulders. "Hard" was the only. Its 1 AM, our wives are two floors up, asleep, and we were fairly plastered. He digs in his shop for a hidden porn DVD and we sprawl side by side on the couch to watch a porn king plunging his massive cock into a big-breasted blond. After a few minutes I’m hard and showing, and we exchange looks at each other’s distended crotches, obviously concealing raging hard-ons.I was more nervous than I remember ever being in my life, but so turned on and excited about finally doing something forbidden.