Over the last year believe that I found whatever it was I was looking for. This is how it all began. January 1st, 2005 Dylan Montgomery sat, yet again... in bumper-to-bumper traffic going over the bridge into Manhattan. His suit jacket hung neatly on the hook in the back seat and he felt that his tie was getting tighter and tighter with each blare of a nearby horn. ‘For the love of GOD! Can we please move?!’ Dylan screamed over the radio to no one in particular. He could feel his blood pressure. Without hesitation he took me inside and took down his trunks, his cock was getting hard and a lot bigger, I could feel my pussy tingle watching it grow."Now I don't want you telling anyone I've shown you this." I promise Daddy." If you want me to show you you'll have to take your bikini top off." Okay"I untied my bikini and watched as his cock began growing even more."Now for a guy to wank properly he has to get his penis erect like Daddy's is right now. Then he will rub his foreskin back and. My plan was to have his cock for desert. It was about8:10 when there was a knock on the door and my husbandopened the door and asked if he could bring it in,thanking him, it was really nice for him to bring thestool up for my wife, he said. “Your welcome sir, butwhy does she need a bar stool?” That’s when I came out of the bath wearing nothing,walked over to him and rubbing his cock through hispants explained that he was to take these off and sitdown on the stool so I could. She whimpered in agony, it was too much. She leaned forward slightly, touching her forehead to his as he continued moving inside her. ‘Harder harder’ she whispered against his lips. She dug her nails into his back urging him. He was close, so close. Her words had him reeling. He put his weight on his elbows and began to thrust deep inside her, with new found urgency. He felt his dick start to swell and knew she was close as well. He put his lips to her nipple and tugged, sending her over the.