Her mother was raised in a cold and unaffectionate environment by well to do parents who had a marriage contract rather than a marriage. She in turn n...ver learned to display affection except in the mildest of ways."All my life my daddy was the one who told me he loved me and took care of me. He bathed me, put me to bed and kissed me good night. He was the one who got up in the middle of the night and held me and hugged me when I was sick or had a bad dream. I don't remember she ever did." Her. Though just as friends, more underwear wrestling sessions, some nights he even came to sleep In my bed, even though there was an empty one just next door. I dont know if he also wanted something to happen. When he moved out, my dreams were crushed. I knew it probably wouldnt happen by now but things between us just grew stronger. One night, he came to stay over and while we were asleep, somehow we managed to get into the spooning position and I could feel his hard dick on my ass. It was. "Now, if I let you into my pussy, do you promise to fuck me until I am satisfied?" she asked, addressing my manhood. "I will fuck you till the cows come home. I will fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow. Just suck me or fuck me, NOW." I yelled. I could feel her hands around my now throbbing cock and didn't know how long I could take this teasing. "Please,,,Please," I begged, "Please.” "I'm talking to Mr. Cock, thank you very much," she stated emphatically. "If you don't do something with. . Fuck, what was I thinking? Could the challenge be more important than my friend fucking my wife? Wasn’t this want we dreamed about? I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Was I jealous or was I too horny to care?“Pete,” groaned Lynette. “Come here and let me suck you.” I could see that Marianne was expertly tongue-fucking Lynette’s pussy. Lynette grabbed my cock and took me deep into her warm mouth. I was in heaven as Lynette stuck her finger in my ass, worrying my prostate. After a few.