Sharing our latest experiences, we often reminisced about our time at school, not to mention sex lives, whenever we met up.When I started dating David... Susan kept asking me if I had fucked him yet. I always just smiled as I told her it was none of her business but looked forward to the time I could say yes.She grinned as she squeezed my hand as she told me she guessed we hadn't as she was sure I would have remarked about the experience to her.One night after a lovely meal, David invited me back. Over the years, I've had quite a number of fantasy lovers. Marianne, with the big breasts and round, bouncy ass. Many's the time I bounced off it as I plowed into her from behind. Ginette, the intellectual, who liked to talk about English literature and Renaissance architecture, but was a red-hot maniac in bed. She would climb atop me and ride for hours, conjugating irregular Latin verbs and pumping me in the same rhythm. Theresa, the madonna, who swore she would have become a nun if only she. We'd laughed, we'd flirted, and Jack kept looking at me like he wanted to devour me. Beneath his confident gaze, I was starting to feel all wriggly and horny. Every time he looked at me with his devilish smile and sparkling blue eyes, I felt my cock begin to engorge and push against the fabric that kept it neatly tucked between my legs.He even made a joking comment about spanking me when I made a cheeky remark. That made me go very, very red. Desire was rising inside me. The reservoir of. Her labia were slightly damp as well. Jennie slipped on a tee shirt and some joggies over her bare skin. She loved to be able to do that. Her clothes felt so much better against her nakedness. Now she was ready for the night inside on the couch. Jennie had just sat down on the couch when her daddy came in and announced he was going to meet her mother for dinner. He asked if she wanted to go, but she was already settled she told him. So he left and there was no telling when her parents would get.