Anne poured out her juices, soaking the sofa and pouring out onto the floor under it. She bucked and writhed and twisted as her orgasm possessed her, ...racking her sweaty body in spasms and convulsions and tearing her mind to shreds. I knew from watching the buildup that she was going to have a tremendous orgasm and I wanted her to cum hard, but I didn't expect anything on this scale! I watched in awe as she battled her orgasm, knowing she was going to lose, but struggling valiantly nonetheless.. And the position of the bed to the door gave me a great view. I would watch them fuck then slip back to my room and wack off wondering what it felt like to slid my cock into and cum inside a woman. I also loved the look of mom's naked body. Her bush was dark hair but not too hairy, and she had these lips that hung just right. And big wide hips. Her tits, the way they swayed when she was on all fours. The way they shook when dad pumped her while she lay on her back. Dad got a new job and started. When the train rolled into the station, I stepped into a packed carriage which was already pretty much cheek by jowl because the train had filled up several stops before I had alighted. As each stop would pass, more people would push through the doors to get on and you were required to shuffle further toward the centre of the carriage to accommodate the new arrivals. On this occasion, I found myself stepping into the carriage immediately behind a woman who was wearing a pair of high heeled. Attending to business first, he handed Brandon the receipt for the credit-card charge. This was really rubbing salt into the wound. Why would he have to pay men from an escort service to have sex with his wife? His wife, who was so beautiful that she turned heads every time they were out in public together? “Here’s the receipt, buddy. Nice present to give your lady friend. What’s the occasion, your wedding anniversary? We get a lot of calls for those?” Without waiting for an answer from.