We were sitting very close on the couch and the smell of his aftershave was driving my wild... We were sitting that close everytime one of us moved we...were brushing against each other......Jack asked me did I have a special someone in my life and when I told him no he seemed shocked... 'How?? I mean you have the whole package, looks, personality.... I don't get it?''Yea but I like men and boys my own age don't cut it...'I left that hanging for him, hoping he would take the bate.. He did. I went. I like these early morning sessions for a good blowjob, but a nice ass fucking is sometimes just what I need before going to bed. And I'll send some instructions too. If you want to keep getting fed by my fat cock, make sure you follow my directions to the T. Got it faggot?" Absolutely Sir," I replied as I scurried back out to the kitchen to find my clothes and get dressed. My dick was so hard, I had trouble getting my waistband over my erection.Back in the car, the horizon just starting to. I also had on a pair of clear, open back, four inch heels. I was starting to beg her for relief when she told me to sit down, move my panties to the side, and start stroking my cock. I didn’t hesitate for a second. As I started to stroke, she asked me, “What do you think about me fucking other men”? I don’t know why she asked this, as it’s been an ongoing subject for us to talk about during sex, and playtime. “I’d love for you to fuck other guys honey” I replied as I started stroking a. She knew if she could just make it ring one more time--Amy realized it was the doorbell chiming insistently. Groaning with frustration--another few moments in the dream and she'd have gotten her orgasm--Amy quickly got off the bed, tugged on the oversized robe, and padded to the door."Who is it?" Amy Beth Carson?" called an unfamiliar male voice."Yes. Who is it?" I was driving your hansom around Central Park the other night. You spilled your purse, and we found some things under the seat at the.