”“Yes, she did. But what happens in the morning?” I asked.“Well, if you take Abbie’s advice, I won’t be able get out of bed, talk to you, ...r even see you!” she giggled.“Yes, but after that? Next week? Next month? Next year?”“I can’t predict the future and neither can you,” she said. “So when you finish your ice cream, you are taking me home and fucking me unconscious. Period. No arguments.”December 7, 1991, Milford, OhioBethany sighed deeply when we disentangled on Saturday morning. I knew the. It didn't take long after Kelli began working in the same office as me -- the very same office -- that I began to realize that this young wife and mother was truly a MILF -- Mother I'd Love to Fuck. And, Kelli was very open and forthright about her life as a budding sexual teenager before she'd met her husband, got married and then got knocked up with the baby she'd just recently given birth to. I quickly found out that Kelli was a very sexy and very horny young wife and mommy.One morning when. As my eyes washed over them again, I pictured myself running my hands up and down them, feeling the ridges and planes of his torso… He pulled the covers back off his face and noticed me looking at him. “Are you checking me out now?” “Yep,” I said, looking down. “That’s alright, you’re pretty attractive. At least I was picky last night.” My eyes fell onto his faint pleasure trail running down to the waist of his boxers. I shifted uncomfortably when I clearly made out the outline of his dick.. Thirty-five minutes more of driving and this time she was dragged out the back of the van and frog marched away. Slowly she felt the canvas bag being removed from over her head and she felt the bandages being loosened and then removed. The light hurt her eyes when her face was finally exposed. Although she tried to look around she found that the bright daylight was too much and all she could actually see and recognise was the green grass by her feet.Now her hands were fastened behind her back.