I swear, Satan has sent you to corrupt me and its worked.” King Adrian pushed the servant boy off his softening dick and laid back on his bed. Victo... scoffed and straddled the king, pulling the nightshirt off and tossing it aside. “Youre far too superstitious old man. Ive done nothing but serve you loyally yet you still claim I seduced you. Youre a fool too ashamed to admit you cant keep your hands off a man. Just accept that you love this little game of ours.” Victor kissed him passionately,. Some nights she would leave the bed. In the darkness, she would stumble her way towards the fridge, looking for a glass of cold sparkling water. On wobbly legs, in the faint moonlight, she would spread herself on her large dark-grey sofa. Lying down with her legs wide open, the cold glass water bottle, sliding over her opening, would only provide temporary relief. One morning, while doing inventory on her laptop, she studied her curves in front of the full-length mirror. Dressed in a tight. Meanwhile, Alan Smith sat on a table with all his fit Leeds team-mates, IanHarte, Harry Kewell and Rio Ferdinand. Alan was so turned on by these fitmen in tuxes his 11" cock really need some work on, so he decided to go tothe bathroom so his bulge would disappear.On entering the bathroom he entered a stall and locked the door, heunzipped and pulled out his 11" cock, which was surrounded by blondpubes. He slowly stroked his cock as pre-cum started to form but what hedid not notice that the door. This had become more than just our little game, this had become real. Michelle was probably fucking another guy after our fifteen years of wonderful marriage as I sat there. I was so excited for her, she was out enjoying her sexy urges with my full approval. The later it got without another text from her, the more certain I was that she was in bed with Mike. Saturday morning, I got a text from Michelle. “Danced until almost 1:00 AM. Was ready to murder you for that text you sent Mike. Finally.