"Stay," and they started slowly dancing once again. They held on to each other gazing into each other's eyes, immersed in the sensations of his cock e...sconced inside her. She lifted herself ever so slightly and then slowly lowered herself, pushing him even deeper into her drenched twat.The watcher assumed that she felt like a slut, but that it felt so good she could not stop. Not now. The male dancer lowered himself and pushed his ass out slightly, pulling out of her just to the edge. He. Then one day when my parents were gone out of town over night and left me at home by my self I got a idea. I went to one of my friends house down the street and while there asked to use the rest room, I knew that in there was hamper that was where his mother put her things when showered. Once by my self I opened the hamper and dug out her bra and panties, I held the panties to my face and breathed in the aroma from her long days work, my dick jumped to attention. I stuffed them down into my. " "They feel great. I like the show a lot. Push them into me again, but use a lower slutty voice." She pushed into him again. And lowered her voice. "You mean like this? I know you like feeling my young married tits." "Your tit feel great. But do you think we should be doing this? Your husband can see us from the library." Lynn joins in the game. "I like doing this. My husband won't mind. He likes watching me flirt." "Do other men touch you? I don't mean a guy that's drunk that tries to cop a. He tried to put a voice to her, a laugh, a frown. He felt sorrow when he contemplated what had become of her in the distant past: She must surely be dust by now, while her perfect statue endured, untouched by time.Without consciously realizing it, he reached down to her face, to cup a cheek in his hand. As he touched that cold, perfect skin, he felt the stirring of emotions he had never felt before, never felt for any other person. He caressed that perfect face, knowing that he should not: even.