His strong youthful arms were around her waist and her face a mere couple of inches from his. The warmth of his hot breath turned her legs to jelly, a...d if he hadn’t been holding her she would have spilled on the ground for sure. “Careful pretty lady,” “And whatever did you mean thanks for fetching my purse?” he asked mimicking her New England accent. “Do I look like your dog or something?” ordinarily that sort of back talk coming from one so young would have been out and out rude, but in the. Thank you Web MD for the latter. The one thing that was becoming clearer was why I would continue this masquerade.Sure, this started because I wanted to be a loyal friend, but a new incentive presented itself and has developed into an obsession. I needed to know what was going on with me. I did what I did for my friend, but having fantasies and dreams about it every night since cannot be covered by the loyal friend card.Also, Rock and I have been… different. A lot of the week was spent planning. "Good," she replied as her fingers caught my chin and guided me to herlips. Her tongue teased my lips and then I felt it dancing, twistingaround my own. My cock was throbbing harder in my pants, and I knew thatI would do anything she asked of me.She guided my hand higher, up under her skirt, my fingers grazing overher slick wet sex. "Taste it, taste my twat juices on your fingers," sheurged.As if in a trance I lifted my fingers, tasting her sweet tangy girljuice. "You like that?" Yes," I. Eric could feel the pressure building in his cock. He had never needed a release as much as he needed this. His whole body was aching with the desire to cum, his every inch ringing with pleasure and pain that was indescribable.“Oh God, slut, Mommy is gonna cum!” His wife suddenly yelled, her thrusts becoming more like violent jerks that shook his whole body.“Yes, Mommy,” He grunted back, “Cum in your slut-boy!”His words sent her over the edge and she slammed the full length of the cock into.