"Mmmm," she purred. "I brought a few things for you. Let me show you."When she dumped the bag out on the bed it was a remarkable assortment. I didn't ...ven recognize some of the things, though a couple were obvious. There were two dildos of different sizes, two different kinds of vibrators, a tube of lubricant, three packs of flavored condoms, a bottle of scented massage oil, two videotapes and three books -- one large and filled with photographs, one thick and dense, and a leather-bound edition. Well-mannered, well-behaved, well dressed and her mother had said he was pretending to be something he wasn't. "If you were thinking sensibly Gaye you could feel the bad vibes coming off of him; I know that I did."It irritated the hell out of Gaye, but in the long run it didn't really matter because Gaye didn't have strong feelings for any of them. That all changed two months after her eighteenth birthday and one-week after she had started college. Gaye met and fell head over heels in love with. She was like a lioness on the hunt and I was her prey and at this point I don’t think I was getting away (not that I wanted to). I could feel myself getting hard in my jeans. I forgot about the cameras, the paranoia, her husband...all of that just slipped away as she continued to touch me with her fingers. She took the half-finished beer from my hand, grabbed my by the bottom of my shirt and started pulling me to the bedroom. She led me upstairs to what had to be a guest bedroom. A smaller. . OMG YESSSS!” she muttered as I started to thrust in and out of her willing little cunt, I felt her muscles contact making her very tight however her juices lubricating made for a nice rhythm to be built up, oh yess we were rocking.I had my hands on the back of the chair as I pounded away and her pretty little face was full of concentration with her eyes closed muttering something under her breath with every forward thrust, her little bee stings and stiff bullet like nipples seemed to bounce.