Mary felt SO female, having two men who were always interested in her body. She loved their need to fill her snatch with their hardness and their seed... She enjoyed feeling another one entering her when the remnants of the last fuck were still present. Sometimes she felt a desire for a third and fourth cock to join the mix. If her husband agreed, she knew she’d spread in a moment for the right guys. When she told him that, in the heat of passion, it got them both hotter. What she didn’t. To my pleasant surprise, a thin line of dark hair curled down into the waist band of his khaki pants. I kissed my way down the happy little trail as I unbuckled his belt and pulled it apart. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I put my hand into his pants and grasped his cock gently and pulled it free.In my hands was a beautiful, young cock. I was thrilled to find it to be quite long and thick. I looked up into his face to see him looking at me with pure want in his eyes. I asked him if he. When he was living with me, we used to share my bed. I used to fantasize about what could happen from there. But nothing. Our relationship grew more and more flirty, and him constantly walking around in his jocks drove me insane! Once we cleaned the spare room out he moved in there. I was relieved to have that temptation out of my bed but he still spent most of the time in my room. We used to wrestle and fool around a lot and the more we did it the closer we got to a more intimate feeling. . “Fine, any woman who wanted you. But that’s still like ninety percent of them. I sucked your dick one time and ended up knocking you off a cliff. Why did you bring me here--?” “Because I like you.” Carson’s voice broke off, disarmed by the tenderness in Mr. Armisen’s words, a tone he was unfamiliar with. Velvety and sincere--fatherly. “Well, I’m sorry I ruined our night,” said Carson quietly, putting his hand on Mr. Armisen’s thigh and rubbing gently. “It’s only eight o’clock,” said Armisen,.