I had previously posted online how I loved the right man to fulfil my somewhat depraved fantasies and had described one of them where I organised to m...et a guy in an upmarket hotel room during a Sunday afternoon to be fucked by a plethora of toys and objects. He had bought with him a cricket kit bag that contained all manner of things. My pussy was probed and filled for hour upon hour as this guy used dildos of differing shapes and sizes, various wickedly buzzing vibrators, and a number of. She's about five-seven and probably skinny compared to most women her age. Which means she's about perfect, my guess is one-twenty and the average girl her size is maybe ten or twenty pounds heavier than I'd prefer. Not that there aren't plenty of women weighing one-forty I wouldn't love to fuck! (And probably have already.) But for the moment we're talking about perfection: Cathy. Not only is she every man's ideal, the subject for wet dreams, but at the moment she's mine, all mine. I. I thought it would be fun and hoped that work would not get in the way. The four of us met for brunch. It was interesting being in a crowded restaurant, filled with people taking a break from their work day. Really sexy knowing that e the four of us were having a meal before we were to retreat to our place for an afternoon of hardcore sex. We chatted about work, life, f****y and some swinging stories since we last met. We finished our meal and the waiter brought the check, we paid & headed back. "What are we doing?" I think you're about to give me some motherly advice on sex," I replied."This could get out of hand, David," she breathed."Oh, Mom! I want it to get out of hand!", I replied, grinding the hardness of my cock suggestively against her prominent cuntmound.With a low moan, she released the sash holding her robe and let it fall open. Then it was my turn to moan... Mom wasn't wearing anything except her skin underneath."Ohhhh, Mom!" I said. "You're beautiful!"Kneeling in front of.