I turned around and bent over with the balloon between my legs and I saw the red thing peeking out like evil incarnate blooming in a field of soft fem...le flesh.Somehow I wound up on top of the four-poster bed with my bum pointed right at the mirror and I looked over my shoulder to watch how sinfully I humped the silly red balloon as if it were alive and making me act like a frenzied nympho alone in my bedroom and in desperate need of a quick and satisfying orgasm. The overworked thing was being. “Passed this earlier and I think it might work,” Jenny said as she pulled me into it. Once I was in, she closed and locked the door behind us. “Just might,” I replied as she put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth on to hers. As Jenny’s tongue slipped into my mouth I pulled her skirt up and massaged her ass. The thought of her going around with nothing beneath her skirt had excited me in the café and now it gave me fast, full access to her. My wife moved against me, swaying her hips. He had just dosed off after his mid-day dosage, when his daughter pulled his sheet off. He was about to ask her what she was doing, when she wrapped her hand around his erect cock. Oh fuck! I must be dreaming, he thought. His daughter was sexy as hell and was primarily responsible for his cock being erect anyway. Staring at her round tits and firm ass everyday, while she moved around his bed, had given him erotic fantasies that kept his cock almost perpetually hard. He blamed it on the drugs;. She is standing with her ass to her small mirror. I figure she is in her bedroom. She has on a pair of colourful spandex pants and no top. You cannot see her face as she is looking at her camera which is just above her shoulder. I am almost drooling as Joe sits down across from me.“Hey whats up? He inquires. “Still glued to your phone eh? Did you see the job postings they have available? I think they just put some new ones up.”“NO I haven't” I answer him, as I put my phone away. “What are they.