We both lay there panting and half giggling at the mess I made on her bed. I watched as she climbed off the bed and walked over to her dresser. Pullin... open the drawer she pulled something out. She turned to face me holding up a small harness with a mean-looking purple dildo. The strap on looked amazing and I watched as she stepped into the harness, tightening the cords.She smiled as she walked back to the bed, stroking her mean-looking toy.“I am going to fuck your brains out.”I spread my legs. At just over 6' tall, and muscular in proportion to his size, the Renton College junior was able to turn his blond hair, baby blue eyes and ruggedly handsome face to best advantage. It wasn't his grades. Like most of the football team, the young halfback was enrolled in a less than challenging curriculum, and since he actually did have half a brain, he didn't even need a tutor that often. It wasn't even his future. Even if, God forbid, he was horribly injured and could never play football. Susan still had it by the base, and as my wife opened her mouth to take it Susan lifted it up, and away, and then smacked her mother across the lips with it. With dismay and shameful arousal I saw my wife bob her head, trying to catch the moving target in her mouth. When she did, she let out a loud moan, echoed by Ron, and I watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked the head with abandon, her tongue slipping out to lick the underside, and her head bobbing lightly. She lifted her hands off the. He loved how the women fawned over him. He loved his job. How else could he ogle and fondle naked women? Women who ordinarily may not have given him a second look when he was in a bar or in a club were now eager to strip off their clothes and allow him to paw their naked bodies on the slim chance of being selected for an adult film and to make some money in the sex entertainment industry. He had made dozens of adult films, all of which had barely earned him and his employees an existence. This.