He takes my right leg and places it over his left thigh. We snuggle in.I feel like I have known him for years. He begins to read softly, I listen to h...s deep voice vibrate, I watch his jaw and temple muscles flex. I watch his lips moving as the words pour out, I wonder and then fantasies that he is a good kisser, Im hoping. I can feel the vibration of his voice in his chest against the side of my breast. I can smell him, he smells so fresh. As he turns the pages I study his hands, they are. ** Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed let alone going to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At just sixteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth. If there is anything measurably sexier than a cute young. Although the town was perhaps 1500 feet lower than her property up in the Blue Ridges, the sun had set and an early spring nip was in the air. The old stone country club had been torn down and replaced by a faux-Classical Revival building that Sabah hated, but tonight it was blazing with light that illuminated the surrounding grounds. Sabah threw her fur around her shoulders and waited for Rod to open the door. A valet took the car as they made their entrance.Rod was too happy being with this. My husband was jerking off and I shouted out in ecstasy as I saw him cum, his cum spurting from his cock.The lawn guy pounded into me. I was groaning, swearing, sweating and wanted him to fill my whole body with his cock. I suddenly couldn't hold back and screamed, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You fucking bastards."My whole body shook as my vagina tightened, compressed and then opened as my juices were released and flooded my passage. I orgasmed so forcibly that my pussy seemed out of control and then I.