Dave was so well used to this he didn't flinch, but welcomed in the finger and the cool lube. "That's right, mate - put it right there." he whispered....Steve now slapped some lube on his dick and eased it to the entry hole, then gradually past it and up, ever so slowly and tenderly into a welcoming arse, Dave all the time making little grunting sounds of content. "Fuck me, Steve" he said loud and clear this time, "fuck me hard." Steve needed no encouragement and soon was grinding away like a. But by the end of the week, I would have put my cock into her cunt. It was time.For the next two days, the routine continued. On the morning of the second day, she asked me, “Are the eggs OK? You need a lot of protein, as I can see. Since your dad is not there if you need, we can cook some red meat for you. So that you produce more protein?”I understood what she was hinting at. “It’s OK, Ma. I will continue to eat a few more eggs. I feel tired in the evenings when I wake up after my afternoon. I picked her at 3 pm from her place, as soon i did so i got a quick hard on, reason being she was wearing a very low neck top and a frilled skirt that was at least 4 inches above her knee.We moved to gurgaon i dropped her to the place where she wanted to go and was about to leave when she said that it will take only 15 minutes to finish her work and then she can come with me as she has informed her place that she will do a night out. Listening to this my dick gave a royal salute and was hard. Besides, he was a supportive husband and father.Rob, however, seemed to be getting what he wanted while Gwen ached for more.As a result she had begun to wonder if this was all life had to offer.Gwendolyn Morrow was thirty-seven, wife and mother of Daniel, their seventeen year old son. Everyone called her Gwen which somehow seemed more apt for a woman who stood only 4’9”. She was pretty, if not gorgeous, a pleasant face, short black hair, dark complexion and deep green eyes. Although short in.