Waking just a few hours later to feel soft kisses on my neck, and your hand tracing patterns over my stomach…Turning my body slowly, and my right ha...d softly resting on your hip, I feel you move back slightly as I lay completely on my back, and gaze up at you, realizing that this is not a dream that I have had many times in the past. Reaching up and tracing the outline of your face with my fingertips, I whisper that I love you, and you in return reply. Tracing your mouth with my fingertips,. His mind span as he watched this young girl fingering herself, playing with herself in front of the computer. Racing, his thoughts latched onto the fact that the previous owner of Sara's flat was a good friend of his and he knew that he kept a key under a rock at the side of the path.He began to move towards the path to Sara's door. His mind and thoughts split in two. One half was screaming at him not to do this and what was he going to do anyway. His skin was numb and his limbs leaden as he. .. just like you and I were when we made the change from kid to grownup, we didn’t want to let go, but we wanted to be grown. You just keep being the Mom she loves ... and both of you will change. I know Hoppy will keep being her Gramps and he’ll let her run loose, but he’ll always have a good rope handy to lasso her if he needs to pull her back.”“Billy Sherman, when we have time and can find a place, I’m going to take all my sexual frustrations out on you, and fuck the living shit out of your. He was lean, with a nice butt and a solid chest. He probably couldn't bench press a Buick, or do 100 chin-ups and 100 push-ups. But he drove into her with authority using his most important muscle. He was about average in length, but his cock actually curved up a bit, and seemed to hit all of the nerves in the front of her pussy. And that curve meant he also levered her open even better than if it was straight.He eased that delicious cock out of her; it slid across her thigh, wet with her.