He’s gently rocking back and forth, one hand on my head, and says ‘I wanna shoot it so fucking bad for you’. In between sucking him off and lick...ng and sucking his tight balls I say ‘I want your cum so fucking badly, I want it all over my hairy fucking cunt, on my chest, all over my ass and thighs... oh fuck I want you in my ass, I want this big fucking hard cock in my ass’, my tongue flickers over his big cock head, I spit on his dick and suck him some more, then I lift his cock up high and. I’m also fairly sure that Bev is aware of this too….however we’ve never really spoken about what our neighbours may or may not be able to see…mainly as I personally don’t want to place any doubts in Bev’s head about the stuff we get up to some mornings. Anyway, to cut to the chase…quite often, mainly on weekends, as we finish our tea we’ll cuddle up for a few minutes before we get up…and sometimes Bev’s hand will wander under the duvet to check if I still have a morning boner. This can lead to. Ooh... Oh, fuck Josh. Oh, I'm coming honey. I'm..." God, you're not the only one!" As she strained against my cock, I couldn't stand it any more, and we came together.She stopped, right there, her back straight, her legs locked hard to my sides, and her whole body quivered rigidly, as she panted and moaned. She looked down to see my semen shooting out from between her legs, all over my stomach and chest again. Every time she tried to move, a shiver travelled up and down both of our bodies. I. Again, I ask, “Do you trust me?” “Yes, dear,” is your reply. What presumption! I think. He doesn’t know me. We only met just last week, and oh, yes, we have been sending messages back and forth. But to call me Dear? I don’t think so. ” Dear? Dear? You don’t know me that well,” I say, and then, as an after thought, I add, “Yet.” Let him deal with THAT, I think to myself. He IS nice, though. I really could grow to care for this guy. And he DOES have a nice cock. I know he appreciates expensive.