I’ve met up with a friend for a drink after work, but now after seeing you, I have other things on my mind.“Fuck, would you look at her,” my bes... friend Jason hissed, eyeing you, “I’m gonna go talk to her.”“She’ll turn you down flat man,” I reply finishing my drink and signaling the waitress for another.“How are you so sure?” he hisses.“Because they always turn you down flat,” I tease.“Fuck off,” he growls and makes his way over to you.I watch with amused satisfaction as he slides up next to. I have never felt the need of someone like I am feeling with Shane. I reach my hands up and wrap them around his neck. His free hand goes to my tits. squeezing them, pinching them thru my shirt. Our passion heats up the alley. I can smell the sweetness or our sex with every long hard thrust. Shane's hands are on my tits. Grabbing them, squeezing them hard, and pinching my nipples as he moans and groans and grunts into my ear. His sounds are such a turn on. So uncontrollable, as are mine. The. "Thanks," she smiled without looking at my face. Finally, she lowered her eyes and set about changing the diaper.My wife was getting ready for work one day while Jim and I sat watching TV. She had come in to ask a question and was walking away when Jim spoke."You know, Dad, Mom sure looks good." Oh?" I said. They had always been very close and there were times I had wondered just how close."It's kinda like when she gained all that weight then lost it. I've seen pictures of her when you two were. She held him tightly, possessively, every powerful stroke of her organ making stars dance before his eyes.How could she be so gentle and considerate of his human limitations, yet so unbridled and bawdy? He tried to meet her kiss, but it was hopeless. She was so much larger and stronger than he was, her sinuous organ roiling in his mouth as his tiny human tongue mounted a futile resistance, the invader so long and flexible that she could completely encompass it in a prison of wet velvet.Again.