.. that and the night of two wine bottles but that's another story.I guess the time I'm going to tell you about now has stayed with me because it's so...ething I want to happen again, in fact I crave it ... it's shaped my sexual appetite.It was early afternoon and we were sitting on the sofa watching TV, some film I wanted to watch but I don't think she was too interested. Not too long into the film she reached towards me, undid my fly and slid her hand inside my pants. She began to slowly. Within an instant of the sun’s last rays, the city dissolved. Its presence surrounded him, but it was more felt than seen. The pillars seemed to disperse into the darkness as Wesley made his way back toward the rostrum. Wesley hadn’t realized how far down the Leo Avenue he was. It took a long time to reach the rostrum. Too long.It was vaguely luminescent ahead of him, the colors lifting from the surface into the air. Perhaps it had absorbed the daylight and would glow for some minutes after. I moan loudly and fuck my ass as I suck on Jake. Scott, sits down and pulls me on is dick. I slide my ass on his super rock hard cock. Jake is still in my mouth and is holding my head, so he can fuck my face. He's ready to blow and does so in my throat. I lift my head and smile at him and continue to fuck Scott with my ass.Jake goes to the bathroom, then comes back to me on all fours and begins to lick my pussy. I beg for him to fuck me, his dick isn't ready yet, so he comes to me, or as. I gave it a tentative pat and wondered what the attraction for spanking was? The few smacks he had given me were in the heat of the moment and they had surprised me and excited me, but I didn’t think I would ever want to be just spanked. I had what I called a “delicate hinny” and a low tolerance for pain. I turned back to face the mirror and continued dropping my gaze. My thighs were huge. Just huge. I was starting to get a roll, right at the upper part of my inner thigh. I lifted my.