She spread my legs, while I was busy in sucking my first real cock. I thought she would to push the glass dildo in my pussy or maybe use the vibrator ...gain. After a couple of minutes, I felt something slowly pushing inside my pussy. “What is it, Mrs. Smith? It doesn’t feel like that glass dildo?” I asked, and got a little nervous. “Relax, Lily. It’s a strap-on, which I’m wearing,” Mrs. Smith said, and confirmed it by climbing over me and pressing her boobs against my perky tits. The strap-on. ’ He kissed her cheek and walked to the car. She waved as he roared out of the driveway and up the street. January 4th, 2005 Dylan was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming, but couldn’t wake himself up enough to get out of it. In his dream, he was driving fast, too fast, up a tree lined street with nothing but the wind and a whizzing sound of life going by. He knew that if he didn’t wake up, he’d see the concrete wall and he’d not be able to stop. Panic began to rise in his throat, and in his. The lads started to arrive, seven of them, a mixed bag, his friends, all younger folk the youngest about 20 the oldest perhaps late 30`s she sat in the kitchen till he had spoken to them. He told them they had a waitress, they could touch but not invade her body, and taffy and jock had reason to want the welsh or the scot`s team to win, the winner would be getting two hours of one to one sex with Dawn after the rest had gone home.The match for dawn was one long round of wandering hands, taffy. He claims he's only 'average', but I know he has to be on the high side of that category. But it's more than that. He always makes sure I get maximum pleasure. He cares about how I feel. He talks to me and... oh, God! I'm getting wet just thinking about it!" God, Mom!" Lily laughed. I felt my face reddening. Plain talk was one thing, but I had embarrassed myself this time. It was true, though. I felt my cunt getting all swampy and steamy. Chuck was going to have a great time tonight, I thought.