Needless to say, I have an incredible thong/panties fetish. Living with two beautiful, sexy women (my mom and my sister), I am able to constantly feed...my insatiable hunger. They are both always leaving their dirty, worn panties all over the bathrooms. The filthier the better. I love a thong filled with cum, sweat, piss, shit, etc. I like them as dirty and smelly as possible. I love nothing more than to find one of their dirty thongs, bring it to my nose, and smell it while rubbing and jerking. I felt the probe go deep enough that there was a ridge and my hole closed over it. Now I knew that the probe was a dildo that was fucking me. It felt incredible and I suddenly wanted it to be Art's cock in my ass. I wanted to suck his cock, no I NEEDED to suck his cock and feel him fuck me! "Art, you win! Please! I want to suck your cock, I want to feel your cock in my ass, oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this! Fuck me Art, pleeease!!!!"Art leaned in and brought his lips to mine. She switched it on, and it came alive with a low hum. Maneuvering it around the outer reaches of her pussy, she groaned in pleasure. More thoughts of Hailey with her creamy skin, flowing coffee-like hair, and ample breasts, swept through her mind. Erotic dreams of spanking and being dominated by her roommate pushed her over the edge. Grace practically impaled herself with the vibrator as her body pulsed in orgasm.Her relief would be short-lived, she would go from the intense desire to a. Sex would just have to wait.The next morning, Angie was still asleep, so I tried to be quiet as I got up to pee. We kept the room fairly cool at night, so I grabbed my laptop and crawled back into bed.After logging in, I went straight to the Dallas chat room. ‘DifferentStrokes’ name was in the list of people in the chat room. I giggled when I remembered the show he’d given me the night before, but I resisted the urge to message him.After several minutes of saying “Hi” to the regulars, I saw a.