Holy fuck, thought Jake. Holy fuck, Ashley thought to herself, is this really about to happen? Feeling mixed emotions. Nervous. Excited. And fucking h...rny. Not sure if she was ok with some gorgeous blonde fucking her man. She knew she shouldn’t be ok with this, she should march her ass into that kitchen and tell this bitch where to go. But she didn’t, instead she slid her fingers over her dripping wet slit, wanting her boyfriend to turn this sexy blonde down, but praying he bent her over and. And you are very good at being bad.Oh, gosh! How did he guess my secret fantasy? My husband was nice and considerate and thoughtful, but just once I’d like someone to take charge of me, to be rough with me, to bend me squirming over his lap and spank my bare bottom until it sang. Just thinking about it caused a little jolt in my groin.I sat for a moment reading and rereading, then leaned back on the toilet, spread my lips, and deliberately stroked my moistening hoo-ha until it thrilled. I came. Lean your head back. Got it. OK now sit up. Legs apart but nothing showing yet. Good. Look straight at the camera with those beautiful eyes. So nice.”Once my uncle was ready, we moved over to a large shade tree and he leaned me against its trunk. “OK, go ahead and lift your skirt. Show me that pretty little pussy.” I tried a few different poses while holding up my skirt to expose my clean-shaven pussy. My uncle seemed pleased. “Yes, yes, more like that. Keep working around the tree.” As I. “Please Sir, please let me suck your cock. Please fuck my face, please fuck the face of your slut. I am your faggot”. Rich begged.“Damn, motherfucking bitch faggot”. Frank said, “You are a true and real faggot”. Rich loved hearing all this but more he loved was that Frank fed him his cock again but now he did not last long and after about a dozen thrusts, the shaft throbbed and thickened, hardened and started filling the faggot mouth, pulse after pulse. A faggot’s reward was filling his mouth..