” He took the matches from her and slipped his fingers along her thigh. “I want you too. Stay here.” He worked his around the room lighting al... the candles. They shimmered. “Now,” His hands slid around her waist. “Ask me to take you.” He captured her mouth with his, plundering and rocking her with the power behind the kiss. This was what she wanted., a bold, blistering and battering heat. The crash of both of their senses. “I want you. I want you in my bed.” She raced wild kisses over his. My cock was still sore, and I now wished I hadn't gone home with the one with glasses, but she was extra hot. We must have coupled a dozen times that weekend."So you're not a nympho, huh?"She took a deep breath, which was kind of exciting to watch, and exhaled, turned toward me, pouted and said, "Billy, I've waited long enough."So had I. She reminded me of my favorite jerk-off pictures, and I mentally stripped her again. My cock was already oozing.I just blinked at her. "You're kidding." I. And the evening was young.***Lisa lost track of time and surroundings as she caressed her smooth, slippery flower in front of her master and mistress. She had never, in her life, felt what she now felt. The shame that colored her skin was mixed with arousal and pleasure - stiffening her nipples as her pussy vibrated."You seem uncertain," said Mrs. Maja. "I suppose you haven't had much practice touching yourself?" No, Mrs. Maja," Lisa replied."Sara, help her."Lisa opened her eyelids and saw Sara. As I ran down the dirt road that separates my property from my neighbor's, all I wanted was a shower, a cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes.For a sixty five-year-old man, I'm in pretty good shape, but staying there takes work.So every morning, I get out of bed and hit the roads. I run between three and six miles, as long as the weather isn't too bad.This morning, as most, I saw the beat-up pickup truck that was owned by my best friend and neighbor, Wilton Jones.As the gasping, sputtering.