”“I have to get back to…”“She can do without you for one more dance. Come on beautiful, dance with me.”This woman was groping me like nobo...y’s business. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she’d have felt my prick when her hand went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to break free and she held on until Susan appeared.“Okay, bitch. You’ve had your fun. Jaime’s. I went home with fully drunk and was upset with that ugly fight. My dad asked me what happened to which I didn’t reply anything and went to sleep.Next morning, I woke up at 10 am and straight away went to the kitchen as I was starving. I saw my mom wearing salwar kameez and she was looking very gorgeous. I remember Rakesh word of fucking my mom ass and I stared at my mom’s ass which made my crotch erected fully. I felt like grabbing her ass and fuck her like an animal.Mom suddenly turned. I took a breath, nodding for him to continue.He sighed into my hair, thankful for the speed of my recovery. He didn't know how much longer he would last restraining himself like this. He slowly pushed the last two inches in, stopping for several moments before pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in completely. I moaned against his shoulder, driven to new heights of pleasure. Only moments before I had been in agony, but the same action brought me wave after pulsating wave of. ........................................................................Oh fuck, I can take any common place scene and fantasize it into an all-out orgy fuckfest! Even at the library. I love the library. The musky smell of old leather, of dirty old manuscripts, the secretive words of masters of literature, written one way but with secretive meanings entirely different to its content....I love to sit at a library table and stretch my legs out while reading and playing pocket pool in my.