His heavy balls waved like wheat in a confused wind as they slapped my lower pussy and ass with each forward thrust. I gazed at the mirrors and let my...imagination run wild. Would my eyes be graced with a similar view when I watched him with Barbie? Uh-huh. She'd be moaning and groaning, and pulling him to her, and I'd egg them on. Talk dirty. "Fuck her," I'd say. "Drive it home! Fuck her brains out!" Maybe I'd lick and suck and play with her breasts while he fucked her. I'd kiss Jason. Frustrated, I masturbated to the thought of being that woman. Then a miracle happened. My husband said he was going to the Bruins game on Tuesday so I eagerly wrote to Mike and he emailed back his address and added, 7pm.I sent, I will be there.’Monday was horrible. All I could think about was being really fucked by a hot guy with an awesome cock. I had to settle for masturbating and giving my guy a blowjob before bed.Tuesday came and I was so excited. I did my best to do my job and not. "Youweren't kidnapped. Your mum doesn't love you anymore and sent you to livewith me." Then why did you grab me and gag me?" I ask, making dad's face flushwith anger."Because I knew you'd be an ungrateful little shit!" Dad snaps, beforeturning his attention back to the television.As I settle down for my third night behind my locked bedroom door it'sall I can do not to curl up into a ball and die. If I had the option, Iwould gladly fall asleep and never wake up, but I know that no matter howhard. He clearly hadn't been expecting a blowjob and was unwashed but that did not matter, the taste of his sweat and another taste I couldn't identify (he told me later it was his girlfriends arse. He had fucked her bareback before coming to mine. When he told me this later it made me so much hornier and I had to fuck him but that is another story).I could hear Jack stirring again but I couldn't have cared less at this point and put the head of his cock past my lips and I began to suck. A loud moan.