I could feel the head of the strap on slide up and down my slit. "Can I fuck you?" Suzie asked. "Is it all right with you, Sarah?" Not waiting for a r...sponse, I could feel her entering me. Slowly, inch by inch. It must have been a huge "cock" because I felt myself being stretched as never before. I could feel it against my clit and then it went very deep in one thrust. I don't ever remember feeling anything like it and my pussy began to clench. All I wanted was to get fucked and to make you. He would boldly flirt with her in front of me. She loved the attention Ryan gave her seeing that my dad divorced her two years ago. Ryan, now 21, was the ideal smooth talker. He can talk a lady into doing anything. As time progressed, I imagined what it would be like if Ryan fucked my mom. I jerked off to the idea several times. Yes, I am weird… so what? When I saw them together I started to get erections. Ryan continued making comments by calling my mom “a hot piece of ass” and “a MILF”. I. After composing herself, she move her chair closer to my bed and whispered, "Any damge to this?", as she slid her hand under the covers and my hospital gown, and began stroking my hardening penis. "No...don't think so," I said, "But it hasn't been used in three weeks. "Hmmm...I see it still has adequate blood flow," she chuckled. I was now rock-hard and wanting to cum as she lightly stroked my penis. She was wearing a low-cut white top, through which I couls clearly see her white lace bra, a. This was the address: a sprawling, ramshackle motel. Now that he was here, John noticed the disreputable state of the area. A smell of urine, and worse, was everywhere. Four large men were out front, smoking and looking at him in a less than agreeable manner. This was the door, number 13. Long ago, it had been a bright green, but now the green paint was only visible in small strips on the grey wood of the rotting door. He knocked. And waited. How long he stood there, he couldn’t say, before the.