I wanted to grab him and fuck him right there but my usual confidence was gone, not to mention the rule of no drunken sex been in place.I stayed silen... for a moment, staring at the floor.'what's wrong?' he whispered again as he bit down on to my ear lobe, that set me off, I groaned hard and pulled him against me.'I have been stupidly fucking horny all god damn night and you tell me your going home instead of coming upstairs with me and making me come hard for you' I hissed at him angrily, I. "Oh, Muffy, stop it, you're no good at this," a blonde in a pink tennis outfit said, pushing Mrs. J. French Pennington off my dick. She grabbed the other woman's hair and yanked her away, then made love to my dick like it she was a thirsty woman in the desert who'd just found a cherry flavored popsicle. Her lips were thin, but she had a tongue like velvet, and she used it to drive me to a steadily building excitement that soon had me moaning like a dog in heat.As Eddie and Mrs. Freemantle came. Bummer, the door opens. Two guys enter. So we wash up and leave. Outside the washroom he says "Sorry, I have to go meet my wife, I'm already late. We have a 4 hour drive home." Ok, well it was really nice meeting you, really really nice" I say. He gives me a big grin and we go our separate ways. =====================================================================Last night as I was lying in bed, tossing and turning in a futile attempt at getting to sleep, I started to think about him and his. “On the very day Sierra turned eighteen, he decided his gift to her would be the most amazing sexual experience she would ever have.” She opened the basement door, leading him by the hand down the stairs, to his daughter. She was on some sort of convex bondage table, on her back, hands duct taped to her ankles underneath her and the table. She had been coated with some kind of hot oil. There was one man on either side of her that he didn’t recognize, sucking each of her young breasts. They.