I shared the pics to my mobile and went back home thinking of what to do with this. I lost my sleep and senses but playboy comes in mind, thanks to IS.... The next problem was how to seduce her, but it was solved. On Sunday I was alone at home because my parents went to a marriage. So playboy rise again, I am sure guys if there is a playboy inside you will rise when you alone at home. I took phone and call her to my home tell her that suspense for you. I called mom and make sure that they won’t. I was supposed to have gone shopping and picked out a new wardrobe. I kind of skipped that to deal with my emerging issues.'Now what the heck do I do?' I thought.Wearing my only outfit again was out of the question. Not even I will wear the same thing for three days straight. For one, that's just gross. But, most importantly, I just started at a new school. What kind of reputation would I get if I were seen wearing the same stuff for the third day in a row? I'm thinking that it wouldn't be. A New Zealander mate of mine had told of us about his skiing trips on the south island; that had always sounded like fun; a bit more exotic than the Alps anyway.But Marge had a slightly different game plan to mine in mind. Whereas I figured we'd get married and lit-out right after I'd qualified with what savings I/we'd managed to stash away. I'd figured, a couple of years or so travelling and then we'd come back to the UK, settle down and have some kids. That's always assuming that we hadn't. My insides clung to him, relishing every inche of that goodness. I bounced up and down slapping his face with my breats and being slapped in the near my cunt by his balls. God damn it, this stuff was just so good. The orgasm built up and up and I prepared for its explosion. My nails buried itself into his hair and hot wet cum shot out like a water gun and dripped all over the sheets. Matt continued thrusting in and out of my wild and hot cunt. The beautiful swollen head always buried inside. I.