Once again, the room was full of flirting, teasing, innuendos and more. We both joined in, playing around with the others. And a bit with each other a... well. We began to whisper again too. Talking about…. well…. things. Then, it was getting late and you needed to sleep. I did too. Before you left, you sent me a friend request and I accepted it. You were now able to see the photos on my page. Photos I only allowed friends to view. Over the next week or so, we continued to run into each other in. They fucked me so good that it was only right for me to me give them all blow jobs before leaving.” “‘I really proud of you,’” I told her. At that she told me to lay back down and squatted so her pussy was an inch above my face. I could smell how deliciously dirty and well fucked it was. I was mesmerized listening to Dave, as he had been listening to me. I felt a deep sense of envy--for his lifestyle, for Chloe and for his ability to love her passionately and enjoy her adventurousness. “Then. The day when Harry had been attacked, her father had said that he loved them. He hadn’t said anything like that since then.“You’ve never been very close to your father,” Sharon said watching her daughter and thinking that it was a shame they weren’t closer. She had always been very close to her father. Some of her fondest memories of her childhood were of sitting on her father’s lap while he read stories to her when she was a little girl. He used to call her ‘Princess.’“I guess,” Cathy said. Can't remember what age I was, but I think it was around 18.This one time I slept over with a friend of mine. We watched a movie, played games, etc. Then his mom knocked on the door and told us it was time for bed, because my friend had to get up for work.I saw his mom stand in black nylons with short cowboy jeans on. I kept staring at her feet, and my cock started to get aroused. She was a tall lady and had pretty big feet for a woman, but still they looked so nice. I saw my friend looking at.