We hit a moment of silence as we both were just staring into the fire. Eddie looked at me and said, "Sue, that fire reminds me of us. Really HOT!" You...mean the kind of hot like up in the barn loft?" I asked.Still looking me in the face replyed,"Yeah, that kind of hot".I stood up and reached into the pocket of my tight, cut off jean short shorts and took out the small packet and sat back down. I handed it to Eddie. "Where did you get these?" he demanded."I got them out of my brothers dresser. Both zoey and i masturbated ourselves is silence, each with their own visions of zoey and sandy playing with gene's hard dick. the vision of my wife as a p*****n stroking her friends brother. i had to force myself to stop, i could have cum a half dozen times. sandy paused when i did. we finished our drinks, sandy got up to mix a fresh batch. my cock was rock hard. i stroked the long white shaft laced with fat blue veins that trailed all the way up to the pointed red head. i had to squeeze. But in this particular case, she was going to have to be more intimate, else there was a good chance she would scare this boy off girls forever and he’d end up at age forty, still living with his mother and masturbating secretly in the bathroom, hiding his sexuality from everyone.“Believe it or not,” she told him as she dragged him across the floor, “sexual responses are not natural. They are learned.” She sat him down on the couch.“It’s similar to learning to like coffee, or beer,” she said.. But, today she had to be punished. She hadn’t forgotten to take off the panties. She wanted, no, she craved the punishment. She loved the feeling of Bruce’s strong hand, or the switch, smacking into her firm buttocks. When Bruce sat into the chair—their chair, the site of so many of their sexual encounters—she slowly lay across his knees. Bruce raised her skirt, admiring her tight round ass, massaging it as a prelude to the punishment. At five foot nine, 125 pounds, she really had a.