It felt so good. I ran my hands over the front of the panties and imagined I was touching myself as a woman. I closed my eyes and reached under my shi...t to fondle my nipples as the other reached around to feel my ass. In a matter of seconds I was standing in only a pair of my wife’s underwear pulling out a bra, blouse and a pair of those sheer white leggings from the pile. I took my time getting dressed, wanting to savour every minute but still eager to look at myself in the mirror. Apart from. The teenager dominates the man.If you don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned.PS: I am not a native English speaker so grammar might not be perfect, but I hope you will enjoy the story regardless.MAIN CHARACTERSDavid = 45 Bank ManagerDale = 18 ChavI don't know why I accepted, I guess I could not refuse a favour to my best friend after all he did for me.So when he asked me to accompany his son to the match I could not refuse.My friend bought 2 tickets for Chelsea –. ” I untied the rope from his collar and threw it outside, closing the outside door and opening the door to the kitchen. Socrates stood up, and walked into the kitchen. “Fine, no more ropes, my friend,” I thought and said. He then walked back to the outside door and barked. I opened it and he went outside. He did his business, and returned, wagging his tail, pushing up against me with his big head to be petted…amazing. I petted his head, talking to him, “Apparently you are your own dog, my. And here she was, riding a lucky guy as if her life depended on it. All these years he had spent imagining her naked and now he was getting a perfect side on view of her getting fucked. He marvelled as her perky c-cup breasts rose and fell gloriously as she bounced away enthusiastically.Sam felt his dick harden in his boxers. He knew it wasn't right to be watching this, but he couldn't tear his eyes away."Oh fuck.... that feels so fucking good" she groaned as her head rolled back and her long.