"When I'm already at it", you mutter to yourself and tug of your pants. Your flat stomach has a light pouch caused by your womb, not because you are f...t, thank you assholes from middle and high school.Your long legs, toned and muscled from years of hiking and climbing, carry you into your kitchen where you make yourself a sandwhich that you hungrily wolf down.As you wanlk into the living room you reach down to adjust your dick in your boxers only to find that you are semi hard."Really? Oh fuck. Maybe... God, what a hot prick you've got, son!... Maybe I'd show a little interest!"Richard stopped humping into the girl beneath him and raised himself on his hands until his wife was forced to acknowledge him by settling her weight down on Mike's pulsing cock."I'll kiss your ass on the bank comer at high noon," Richard told her, "if I'm not just as good in bed as I ever was."Frances lifted herself up until Mike's fat cock slurped out of her cunt and smacked against his abdomen. She lifted. "Please don't hurt her. She's only tring to protect me." the girl's voice was like honey as well."Protect you from what?" I can't say. I'll be in danger if I do." Tell me what you're afraid of and I can make it go away." I tried to encourage the woman-child to confied in me. She was reluctant.I took my boot off the dyke's throat and stepped back. She was pissed and not used to the rough handling. I could help her with that. She rolled onto her feet and launched into a diving, head down attack.. Then she began to sniff it and lick my pussy juice off of it. It wasn't long before she was giving him her first actual BJ." Yeah, she didn't really know what she was doing, but I got so horny when she started to rub my cock all over her face, painting it with my pre-cum before sticking it back in her mouth again," relayed Steve."TMI," I cried and we all laughed."Anyway, on our third session, Bea asked for Steve to fuck her with his 'beautiful penis', as she called it. When I asked if she were.