He wasn’t used to hearing such language from me.I just grinned at him, “Yes, I said ‘fucker’. You and your friends say fuck all the time, so g...t over it.”He was still staring right at me, “You’re drunk.”I laughed for a long time and then told him, “You better hope I am. If I’m not, you damn sure won’t get the show you’re hoping for later.” Actually, I didn’t know what being drunk was supposed to feel like. I was still tingling all over, but I wasn’t slurring my words or having trouble walking.. ” She chewed her lip thoughtfully, “Carly, are you a virgin?” Carly looked at Miranda with surprise. “Why are you asking me all these questions?” The two friends had met in Carly’s history class at the beginning of the semester, about three months ago. Carly learned quickly that Miranda had a habit of hooking up with just about any guy she met. She even had a habit of flirting up the male teachers. At the moment, they were in Carly’s apartment studying for their history final. Carly was a. It was an amazing sight, watching the plastic prick slide in and out of my mother, and I could see it was coated with her juices. Emma slowed down, and my mother wriggled her backside at me invitingly. Although my cock was wet with her saliva, she was already stretched by the dildo, and it was a bit of a struggle sliding my cock into her arse. She whimpered in pain, "Oh that hurts…but it feels so good as well!" Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled her arse cheeks apart, and slammed myself. To her surprise, he wrappedhis legs around her waist and started moaning like a girl. This wasrepeated during their lovemaking over subsequent sessions. She wasthrilled to discover the new act and found that it increased hisexcitement quotient and the quality of his erection. She was naturallyoverjoyed and also liked the sense of power that it gave her over him.She continued it occasionally during the daytime when she asked him topull up his shirt so that she can suck those lovely breasts. He.