"Yes. I'd love to see it in action." Hey, looks like somebody's getting excited too?! Want to share?"Andy had never touched himself in the way James w...s talking about, but he knew he couldn't turn down the opportunity. They'd hardly ever talked about anything sexual, but given Andy's late development it was the one thing that never fell in the 'shared experiences' or knowledge category.James took the decision out of his hands - or at least his jeans. He reached down, unzipped and pulled apart. He had then turned her around and knelt between her knees and eased his cock into her ass, fucking her in long slow strokes as his hands reached beneath her to cup and caress her big tits.It hadn't taken long before she was grinding her ass back against him, begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to which he gladly accommodated her. He had grabbed her slender hips in his hands and began fucking her for all he was worth, his cock feeling like a burning post as it reamed out her rectal. Sam resigned himself to be a good house husband andtake care of all the home things that Sara had little time for.As the years flew by and Sam was isolated from the more intimateencounters with his wife, he tried to satisfy his lifelong fetish byplaying with his wife's laundry. While this was some satisfaction tohim, there is only so much enjoyment one can gain from doing a plainJane gals laundry when her sexiest undies were some pink cotton fullbriefs, as opposed to the white and gray she. There were no pigs flying that I could see so that wasn’t going to be happening.Lance and Ann Conniff were undressing in the hotel room. The champagne was iced and the strawberries and other goodies were laid out in a very inviting ensemble. The envelope that his bud had specifically asked him to check out as soon as they got back to the hotel was sitting on the table. He knew it had to be something nice, maybe some money for their honeymoon. He was smiling.“You open it,” said Lance.“Me?” she.