Andrea had wanted to be the scatty blonde who would rely on her man to look after and provide for her, to allow her to do anything stupid and rescue h...r from her mistakes. I thought it was an act and that she would change. It wasn’t an act. She really wanted to be irresponsible, flighty, flirt with any man she met, and avoid all responsibilities. I wanted a girlfriend and ultimately a wife who would stand beside me, not hide behind me. Eventually her incessant flirting became too much for me to. Stephanie felt Tony withdraw from her aching pussy. Felicity bent over, to attend to her stocking, unclipping it, then rolling it down her leg. Felicity got a close up view of her boyfriends mothers hairless cunt, and puckered arsehole, as did Tony she presumed. “Hey Mum, nice knickers, silk?” Tony asked.“Of course they’re silk,” Felicity replied, without looking up.Stephanie watched with amazement, as Tony reached out, and felt the silky material of his mothers panties, tracing his finger up. My wife died ten years ago due to lung cancer complications. While she grew comfortable in her hatred for me, I continued in my attentiveness until she passed. I loved her the entire time, although her touch made me physically ill. That's another story though. From then, I've made my presence known at a local adult video store as I made weekly visits. My libido is as rampant as a prime stud dog, ready to inject his DNA into any available female hole. However, I wanted to find the right partner. The bulge in his speedos was enormous, like a huge banana snaking its way round the front of his left hip.I knelt in front of him and looked up. He told me he was going to teach me how to give a proper blow job so I can please future boyfriends. Once again my stomach tightened as I watched him push his speedos down just enough to let his penis and balls free. His penis was very hard and large.He took his penis in his right hand, placed his left hand around the back of my head, moved slightly.