When I come up for air, I notice mom has moved closer to the bed and is trying to see my cock entering her daughter's pussy. I smile as I decide to ma...e it easier for her. "Mom can't see, S!s," I say as I withdraw my cock from her warm tunnel. "Turn over. We'll make it easier for her," I say while playfully slapping my s!ster's ass cheek."Oh yeah!" Lauren says, smiling at mom.She flips over onto her stomach, raises up on her knees and bends her head down into her folded arms. Mom has moved over. " Oh, hell." Neeka looked at the bike with fresh eyes. I saw her smile and knew she'd just thought of something I had missed. "OK, so I'm your chauffeur. I guess that means I get to go along. Good. One condition here, Blonde Dragon, I'm going to be taking those martial arts classes with you. You'll need a sparring partner who can give you a challenge, anyway." Oh, yeah? What do you know about martial arts? What color belt do you have?" I know the same as you do, girl — nothing. But I can do. . the fabric settles down around me... a perfect clinging silky soft almost stretchy material that molds to my body... skimming down till it falls from my rounded hips to just to above my knees... any stretch or bend will show just what I am wearing to hold these stockings up... Almost forgetting I walk back and pick up a pair of pearl earrings putting them in each earlobe and matching gossamer fine gold chain with pearl set in the middle of it lays there for one moment more while I slip my. I woke up two hours later and drove home. The stitches in my balls irritated the hell out of me and I was hard constantly. My poor wife got fucked at least eight to ten times a day that week until the stitches came out. She was so relieved when the stitches came out that she thanked the doctor. However my sex desire had been kicked up a notch. I now wanted sex three times a night and the first thing in the morning too. I also wanted it about five times a day at work too but that wasn’t going to.