As if, you were so tired of waiting to cum, you yanked me back towards you. My thighs hitting you thighs, and my butt rippling as it hit your crutch. ...our impulse to fuck something, and release is so close your struggling to hold on. Yet you smile, because now you have all the power over me. My hips begging for you to thrust into me. The words actually escape my lips, "please... fuck me...". Panting the words.My nipples began to harden again, from swaying across the tips of the cool grass. As I. Jared knew that Vanessa wasn’t being quite truthful about everything being fine but he decided not to press the point. He just quietly let the car take them the rest of the way home without saying another word.Jared had also somehow come to the conclusion that this guy Max, whoever he was, and this girl Tracey, whoever she was, had something to do with his step-daughter’s rather melancholic mood. However, nothing further was said until they both flopped down together on the sofa in the lounge. My wife tells me that she enjoys my chest hair, and her only complaint is that when she rests her face on my bare chest, it tickles her nose.So what, you might ask, led me to the idea of getting my chest waxed?The proximate cause was an episode of 'Dancing with the Stars.' My wife LOVES the show and faithfully watches it every night when it is on. During one season, Heather Mills (the former Mrs. Paul M. of Beatles fame, ) was one of the "stars" — celebrities really — dancing on the show. In. .please baby....I asked her again and she eagerly shook her head yes...and breathlessly said...yes..please...can I fuck him?MMMmmmmmgod...that head looked huge next to tiny wet smooth pussy...teasing the tip against her clit...Slowlly spreading her lippps....then the head....Gasssp..another moan...then Mmmmmmmgod..the Oh shit......as I plunged him inside her and the deeper he started to fuck her....it took her about 2 minutes to start squirting and screammmmming...Oh God Baby...Oh.