‘I don’t leave my email as all you writers are above us that read your stories.’ Tom had no problem with anonymous commentary, but this one hurt...a little. He never viewed himself as being ‘better’ that anyone on Literotica, especially not his readers. ‘Darn shame to think that if it was not for us readers you would not be writing on here! If I could write I would at least say:’Thanks’ to those who left a comment, but I am not and you all are! Too bad.’ Tom finished reading the email and sat. "You know how much that would hurt?" Yeah, but think about how much space the elastic waistband of your swimming trunk takes up. It's like a centimeter or two. If you found a smooth surface and squeezed in at the right angle, I bet you could make it."He thought for a moment, looking at the hole and thinking about the safety of his dick."Yeah, that could work," he said."Then get to it." But that means you'll see my dick and ass." Your balls too," she added.He lifted an eyebrow. "You don't mind?". It turned out that Fareed was being groomed to take over the position held by Mullah Farzin bin Saud.“You are impossible,” Fareed declared. He glared at Oscar and added, “You have no respect for the word of God!”Oscar watched Fareed Khomeni storm out of the room in anger and shook his head in dismay. He had not expected the man to react so strongly to his question. He had pointed out what appeared to be a contradiction in the Koran and asked for an explanation. Each time Oscar asked for. Drive him... drive his ass... fuck that ass... fuck him... oh ssshit yeah... fuck him... that's it... that's it... right there right there right OOOHH GOD YEAH!" She bucked against my face spasming as the climax took her. Bob grunted, responding to her cries and taking pleasure in his part in making her cum as well as the pleasures of slamming his dick into and out of my tight, virgin ass.Bob continued pounding me into the bed as my wife moved back, panting. "Damn, that is some kind of hot,.