The more cock I got the more I wanted and it's all I can do to get enough as I got older, I was having more orgasms and could reach a climax faster, h...ving 3 or 4 before the guy got his nut off. It seems like the more cock I get, the more I want. When guys would bring me home from a date I would have them pull into the driveway, this way my parents bedroom was on the other side of the house and could not see or hear us. But this gave a perfect view for Mr. Charles Wilson (Chuck to his friends). My head went up and my fists clenched. "Oh, you are not having sex in the living room!" I said, walking towards it. I took a peek in there; they were on the couch by the TV together, but she had her head down in his lap, her mouth occupied by his cock. At least they were clothed. "Yes, get the whole thing in your mouth, Destiny," he murmured, while leaning his head back. "Motherfucker," I whispered, bringing my hands to my face. I kept them there for a minute, before they dropped. "Seriously,. ." Don't hesitate to ask," Crystal said. She glanced at the time. "Speaking of which, I've got to get back to my desk. That test run I started before lunch should be done by now."Kayla had been right about how she was going to get pregnant. She'd already talked about it to her manager, and there was a long list of maintenance projects she could work on while she and Carl were trying.It was hard thinking of Carl as a biological process, but ten minutes of talking with Kayla made him seem like. Mark’s was next to a great old willow tree that he often climbed at night. Just to sit and listen and think. Since he was not in the least bit tired he did so that night. He was very familiar with the tree and probably could have climbed it with his eyes closed. When he reached his usual spot his mind wondered with thoughts of Shasta. The guineas captain that was very attractive.He sat thinking and fantasizing for half an hour when he herd someone coming towards his cottage. He looked through.