She was a fiery, demanding woman. I knew she’d had a successful career before she quit to stay at home. I also knew she ran her household and got ...verything she wanted, aside from sexual satisfaction. She didn’t lose at tennis. She won her age group when she ran competitively. She was used to getting what she wanted. It was her nature to be a bratty submissive.“When will that even be?” she said.“That’s for you to figure out.”“You kill me,” she said. “You drive me wild and you kill me.”She. I took that step. I saw my fathers muscular butt going back and forth, up and down. He was holding my mothers ankles wide apart and fucking her very slowly. His muscular back and buttocks were glistening with sweat. His movements were glorious and rhythmic. Every few pumps he would lie on top of my mother silently and kiss her, making her moan into his mouth. My heart was pumping too fast and my head felt dizzy with thick and pure lust. For less than a second my legs turned to mush, I lost my. The Anderson women are thoroughbreds. I’ve never seen a family with so much beauty and brains, yet remain so grounded,’ replied Chip. ‘I’m going to do everything I can to win Kate. I can’t stop thinking about her.’ ‘They’re the best. That’s for sure. This situation we’re headed into may get kind of hot. Maybe it wasn’t fair of me to ask you to come along, but there’s nobody that I’d rather have cover my back. We’ll have to keep our eyes open and play this close to the vest. I’m not sure exactly. I can't wait to try it out, and could feel myself getting wet with anticipation as I ordered it, imagining the cool glass orbs popping past my tight opening and filling me up. I soon realized I was at the point of no return: I had to touch myself.My favorite way to masturbate is to take my time—reading lots of stories and looking at sexy pictures to give myself plenty of fantasy fodder, clenching my thighs together and pinching my nipples, holding off on letting my hands wander until I.