"Okay, she's here now so I'll let her know," Abby said to the person at the other end. Samantha looked at her quizzically as she set her backpack down...and went for the refrigerator. She grabbed a Diet Pepsi as her mom finished up her phone call. "I'll talk to you later then. Take care. Bye." Who was that?" Samantha asked, popping open the can of pop and taking a sip."Your father," Abby told her. "He wants to have you this weekend." Mom, I can't," Sam told her, thinking of her plans with. I love the way silk feels against my skin, clinging to every curve, and showing my hard nipples. I want to touch myself, cum like crazy because I want you that bad. I flipped on the TV hoping it would distract me only to find this couple making out. “Damn, where's his cock when I need it.”I lay there flipping through the channels, and then look at my watch, 6:45p. My mouth goes dry, my heart races, and I go to the bathroom and, check my make-up.Turning around to check myself out, I giggled,. The next morning I was awakened to the sensation of warmth and wetness on my morning erection and I slowly opened my eyes to see my bride sucking on me furiously. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft with her tongue sliding along the underside. I reached down to slide my fingers through her hair and as she felt my hand she stopped sucking and looked up at me. She giggled exclaiming, ‘Oh good, you’re finally awake!’ and she slid up my body, kissed me deeply then straddled my waist. She reached. She was wearing a blue knee length skirt and an almost sheer white blouse. She is even smaller than I am. Her tiny breasts held high by her bra. Her skin is youthful and smooth. She is no more than 20 years old. I doubt that she's even lost her virginity yet. For the last few years, my interests have leaned towards women and I have often fantasized about making love to her. Then there is Taylor, a large and powerfully built black man. His smile makes me weak in the knees despite myself. He, I.