If I didn’t know you better, I would say you were.”“Kelly, I’ve got a problem. It was that kiss in the car yesterday. Bill Carlson and I don�...t agree on the time of day — or anything else, for that matter — but that kiss curled my toes. All last night I was tossing — or felt like tossing — listening to his breathing just a couple of feet away. Kelly, I so wanted to get in bed with him and ask him to hold me.“What’s the matter with me?” the girl asked plaintively.Kelly looked at her impassively.. Anal orgasms are always the most intense for her. Within a few minutes she can no longer hold back as she convulses with a raging orgasm and squirts her pussy juices all over his balls. As her cum hits his balls, his own orgasm takes control. He jams his cock into her ass as deep as it can go. His lower abdomen is tight against her ass cheeks as he fills her asshole with his spewing sperm. After a few minutes of rest, she offers to blow him. He gladly accepts. She lays on her back on the bed. My mother had done them regularly and still did. I was totally supportive now.Okay, I admit it; when my lover came home from one of these little soirees, the sex was off the charts.D’Arcy’s mother had been an über-fan of Dynasty, the 80’s television series about wealth, power and conspicuous consumption. As a child, D’Arcy had watched re-runs with her mother – and caught the fever. She now had several seasons worth of DVD’s and had all but worn them out from repeated viewings. The object of. It was incredible.Even though it hurt like hell, our hard cocks rubbed together with everyswat. I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest onto my back as hewhaled on my ass, raising his hand high and bringing it crashing down on mybright red ass, over and over. I was thrashing around but he held me tightand kept spanking me really hard. Soon tears were streaming down my cheeksand he was asking me over and over with every smack -- "who's yourmaster, boy? Who?!" You sir." I replied. .