Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now�...�I was visiting my father. I always loved to spend time there as it reminded me of my childhood. But the true reason for my visit was slightly more superficial. Unlike most people, I absolutely love vegetables, especially ones grown in an organic garden. Ever since I could remember, my father grew far more vegetables than he could hope to eat all by. “Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk meeeeee as a shock wave of orgasm ripped through her. “fuck this cunt deep please uggggggggggg as yet another wave of orgasm overtook her.Both guys built a good steady rhythm she was moaning in lust, suddenly a cock was placed in her mouth, it was pushed down her throat. Every time Ralph would push deep in her pussy he body would contract so she was actually milking Terry’s cock with her ass as well. “Oh god your fucking me soooooooooo gooddddddddddddddd fuck me”, her body. Apparently, one of these beauties was Hilda's stepdaughter, and the other a girlfriend. It mattered not which was which because both were smokin' hot! One was a redhead, the other a dishwater blond, both rocking the skimpiest bikinis I have ever laid eyes on. Fearing my wife might catch me in the act if I whipped out my cock and gave it a good beating, I slipped back into the lush vegetation near the newly discovered gate as cover, and peered intently between the slats as just a few feet. “Yes, for today.” She easily detected the traces of amusement in his tone. She waited for him to come and take her down off the wall but he was slowly and methodically cleaning off his brushes.“Aren’t you going to take me down from here?” she asked.“No.” She blinked.“Why not?” Claire asked, bewildered. Marc sighed and set down the paintbrush he was cleaning and leveled her with a hot stare.“Because I don’t trust myself to touch you right now.” Her breath caught and she flushed, swallowing.