Yes, oh please, yes, is all I can manage between intakes of breath and moans of erotic pleasure from you. Not yet, Sweetie, not today, you say sweetly... But I will give you something, as you press my penis, onto my chest and then proceed to sit on it, spreading your vulva on the underside of my shaft. You are already very wet inside and your juices leak out onto me as lubrication as you drag yourself up and down along my penis. How does this feel, you ask, looking down at me, sexily, glorious. After my cherry was popped I was never able to control my raging libido. I had to have some kind of regular release, or I couldn’t think straight. I am sure there is a good psychological reason for why I needed sexual release so often. But frankly I didn’t care about reasons as long as I had a regular man to take the pressure off.I enjoyed casual sex with a lot of different men for the first seven years. Then, for the last 17 years I had one man and one man only. I know that isn’t exactly a. "Hold on, I need to find Ken. I think he went off somewhere to get another drink," she said, sounding a little angry about his drinking.She found him not exactly where she wanted to. He had cornered a blond bartender in a far corner of the room and was obviously trying to get into her pants. His head was less than 3 inches from her face and it looked like he was just about to kiss her when Jessica walked up. Using a move I had seen her do in Dark Angel, she grabbed Ken by the shoulders and. I did, after all, have a private longing to bone her mom as well, and would have loved to have done them both at the same time. Then one night as I was beating her little pussy with my larger than average cok, she moaned aloud to me, and asked me, “Do you like to fuck mommies little pussy?” My cock instantly felt more aroused, and I kicked it into high gear, beating her wet pussy mercilessly.“Oh, yes” she would say. “Fuck mommies pussy. Daddy won’t.