Sort of against my gut instinct, I asked Trent to be my boyfriend… I was skeptical about whether the relationship would work, but hey, I loved him d...arly. However, with my permission (we were, and still are, in an open relationship) he still continued to take other dicks and bone lots of pussy, and I spilled a shitload of sperm to his stories about his slutty adventures. That summer, a year after we started officially going out, I decided that I couldn’t last any longer without seeing my baby,. We had no choice due to our husbands being fishing addicts. I did enjoy hanging out and talking with her. She had dirt on everyone in the neighborhood and she liked sharing it with me. In fact, most of my sexual fantasies were based on all her gossip.As I stood looking out my window Mark’s door open and he stepped out with a cup in his hand. He was wearing light colored shorts and a t-shirt. His blond hair glistened from the sunshine. Richard had told me he was only fifty seven years old and. He moved her blue laced panties to the side as his tongue made circles around her clit. Whitney's moans grew louder when his speed increased. She started to peak and he let his tongue inside and began to massage her sweet erotic soul. Covers clinched in hand, waves of pleasure entered and left her like waves on the beach. He worked her faster, slower, harder, softer, and her eyes became lost in bliss. Her legs began to shake and her back arched as the moment came. "Oh J-Joshhh!" escaped her. It reminds you of the voice of some of your grandmother’s old bridge club friends, the blue hairs that always pinched your cheeks and commented on how you were such a handsome young man and how well you were doing with your writing career. You ran your hand through your hair, the short, prickly hairs tickling your palm and reminding you of how fresh your hair cut is considering there are going to be loads of attractive women at this Halloween party tonight. Your thoughts are interrupted as a.