We took a couple of vacations a year, often on the spur of the moment so neither of us got bored or stressed out. We alternated who got to choose what...we did supposedly, but most of the time it seemed like Stacy got to pick.My interests, like me are more ordinary than Stacy's pursuits. I love cars, so my job of designing after market trim pieces and parts is perfect for me. It also pays off in the discounts and outright freebies I get on parts for my Mustang. Unlike a lot of the guys I know,. Sunday morning I woke up with a strange feeling that something was wrong. I just put that feeling down to lack of sleep. At about noon I turned on my computer and to my surprise a message popped up explaining that I had mail, this was unusual because the only mails I get are work relate and I was Sunday. The subject said: YOUR ASS IS MINE. I thought that it was some add from a porn site but when I opened it my face turned pale and I suddenly felt very sick. A picture of a male butt with two. She slowly pulled it out then pushed it back inside in the gentlest of sawing motions, a soft squishing noise of her digit sliding through the increasingly dampening opening.Cat let out a borderline sob, “Oh jank!” then her face instantly flushed in embarrassment of using to her a pretty dirty word.Sam removed her mouth from the supple flesh and delicately kissed her right cheek, reassuring her it was alright to use such language to express her feelings. Cat was one of the oddest girls she had. The rhythm changes and I almost cry with the disappointment. You pull back, and turn around, resting my ankles on your shoulders and spreading my legs wide as you place the head of your cock at my vaginal door. You ease forward, stretching my opening little by little then, just as I was getting used to the stretching your head slips inside and my vagina clamps like a vice around your cock. Without warning you thrust down, burying the whole of your seven inches to the hilt into me. The sudden.