His dad said “That’s my boy! Take a break and have another round! It will make your mother happy!” I sat on the couch reading the newspaper whil... his dad dressed up to go to work.Finally after 10 mins dad bid bye to mother and I and I saw him off and closed the front door. Before mother could hear his dad opening the car door, I am already naked and untangling mother’s saree. I ripped her saree off and threw it on the couch and dragged her to the bedroom while hugging her and caressing my. No, never! Just like I told you the other eleven times. No way! I'd be totally surprised if she ever even does it." That's too bad," Robert said. "If I had a body like your mom has, I would never stop playing with myself." Do you ever stop playing with yourself now?" Funny, Dude. The answer is, no, I do it all the time, just like you. Every time I see your mom bending over and showing her cleavage, or I see her panties sticking out of the top of her jeans, or walking around your house in her. I always go clad in the garb of a fictional character. My heroines are punchy, sexy, and confident, and they take sex however they find it. They are everything I wish was. Inside the different name or the different looks it has always been me. From being slowly romanced on a desert island, to being smashed silly in a broken-down elevator, I’ve done it all. I’ve been tied up, held down, fucked seven-ways-from-Sunday. I’ve sucked cocks, kissed girls, strained every fibre of my body in lust. On. Thus it was that at about an hour after going to bed, in the hope that everyone else would be asleep, Rose slipped on her night gown and quietly opened the bedroom door. Checking that the coast was clear she closed her own door and scampered across to David’s. She quietly opened it, stepped inside and closed it behind her. David had left the curtains open and the moon gave a pale light to the room. She could see the bed quite clearly in the middle of the room and David lying on his side,.