He walked ahead knowing his little sub bitch would follow him anywhere. I wanted his cock, that big black thing with the pale chocolate head, I wanted...inside me so bad, those hairless balls pushed tight between my open buttocks!I did not think for one moment we’d be in such an open field or that as we knelt kissing he’d strip me completely naked! He had me strip him and I burned the sight of that huge flopping dick in my brain as it fell from those Armani pants!His body was muscular and. Like his mother, he decided that he too wanted to experience some happiness as an adult. The difficulty was in deciding what it was that would make him happy. His job, while certainly tolerable, didn't contribute to his happiness, other than providing him with the means to live a certain lifestyle. Other than Donna, Sandy, Jill and Lupe, he really hadn't formed any significant adult friendships. He really wasn't, he acknowledged to himself, a people person. Most importantly, he concluded that. I looked around and saw there were cameras in all four corners. "And wow baby, you are way nastier then I even imagined." She leaned in and kissed me. It lasted a minute or two before she broke it and helped me get dressed again. She decided the garter was a mistake and instead put on dark tan thigh highs. Once I was dressed again, she added a few pieces of jewellery, including a gold ankle bracelet. Now that I was a pretty diva again, I realized I was famished, I said, "Flame, I am starving.". Now I find myself having sexual fantasies about both my girlfriend’s mum and sister. Fantasies are healthy and part of life. That’s all well and good, although my fantasies are now starting to get out of control.A few months ago, I was at my girlfriend’s house. Her mum has recently returned home from a day out and immediately went to have a shower and get changed. Thinking nothing of it, it wasn’t until I went to the bathroom later that night, where my opportunist mindset kicked in. As I.