After one of our seasons of fucking, Tammy asked me what I thought about her daughter. I told her I thought she needed to grow up a bit and take a bit...more responsibility. That was when she hit me with it. “No, do you think she looks fine, unattractive, or just okay.” Well, even if the young lady was fine, who was I to say, plus, to her own mom, whom I am fucking almost every day. Plus, I am 29, so what am I to say, she is a bit younger than me. That was when Tammy told me she knew Jennifer was. My thoughts were of the views I had gotten of this pretty woman across the street, the pleasant but slightly strange dinner we had, all the things she had told me, and YES ... the fact that I was headed back over there the very next day. Then I started wondering if I might ever enjoy her tits – and immediately went STIFF under the cover. That might have been a record, three times in six or so hours, with NO results. I lay there a little longer, but just couldn't lay aside my fantasies for her.. Uski awaj ab tej Ho rahi thi or wo bhot jor se mera sar ko pakadkar apne boobs par Daba rahi thi. Me bhi pure jor se paglo ki tarah ek doodh pi rha tha or dusra masal rha tha. Dhire dhire me thoda down gya or apni tongue uski naval me daal Di or ek hath se uska boob masalta rha or dusre se uski chut ka daana masalne lga. Wo bina pani ke machhli ke jaise chhatpata rahi thi. Fir Maine uski panty ko nikala or uski taange faila di or Ab mere samne bhot chhoti si gili chut thi jise dekhkar Maine. Right now, I’m allowing my orgasm the freedom that it needs to grow.Just like Father Patrick’s cock will grow should it present itself to my gaze? My imagination runs wild, images of what he would do to me bombard my senses. I find myself on all fours, on my knees, hands tied to the ceiling by tight ropes as my legs wrap around his waist or even better, suspended by the bell ropes. I find myself begging to be used, taken unceremoniously, anything for his meat to be inside me and his lips on.