“Do you let them fuck you or do you fuck them?” “I don’t care, as long as I fuck,” she said, her mannergetting more prof...und and erotic. “Now less talk andmore fucking” she said. Steve increased his pace andJoanne’s breathing intensified. She hadn’t been fuckedlike this since, well she hadn’t been fucked like thisever. Steve was not only a big lad, but veryexperienced and really horny. Joanne could not believe that a guy of this. ]Mara's pregnant belly was so very smooth, yet firm; and I leaned over and kissed it, savoring as I did the warmth of her young flesh, and the tiny pale hairs that caught the light from the bedside table lamp that covered it. I also breathed in the special smell Mara's skin always had---her bodies natural aroma, and as I breathed it in, my cock was stiff and erect, and pushing against my undershorts.Mara, noticing this, smiled up into my face."Your excited," she said."Yes I am," I replied. So John and I were expected to share a pull out couch down stairs in the study. We both past out pretty soon after getting into bed, I don't remember getting into bed, but when I woke up, I was aware that I had nothing on. As I opened my eyes, I felt a hand on my hand. When I went to pull my hand away, I looked over to find a smiling John pulling my hand onto his raging hard cock. My first instinct was to pull it away, but when my hand closed around the shaft, all I wanted to to was squeeze. " Apparently he could tell that I was a bit naughty, well, maybe more than I bit. We flirted with each other for several months with him at one point asking me if I would like an armadillo embossed on my forehead. I was confused until I realized his belt buckle was an armadillo, and he was referring to sticking his cock in my mouth hard enough to push my forehead against his belt. He was quite a bit older than I, but he was intriguing. He was a biker which always turned me on. I tried every.