Now move yourself, lad, and tell the cab driver your address." Benjamin hurried to the cab, clutching his coat, almost tripped down the steps to the s...reet in his hurry. Under the pretence of locking the front door, Camorra stealthily stole a look at the boy's taut buttocks under his breeches as he ran. Shaking his head, he grinned to himself, the tips of two pearly white canines nipping deliciously at his full lower lip. Pulling his coat on, he leapt gracefully from the step, landing. Your hands move up your shapely waist. Your thighs, pressed together, grind against each other as they slowly move on different directions. Your red, moist lips open in a big o, letting out a small, sensual moan. It feels like the high point of summer, or at least it seems like that, as your warmth rises from bellow, ready to swallow you whole. It is hell incarnate inside your short, purple shorts, as the soft cotton seems to have changed into a torture device, making the friction between your. The driving force behind the image(s); I was awaiting my summons. I waited and waited. Nothing so far. What were they doing? I wanted to know.Similar to a d**ggie waiting for the next high, I too was anticipating that high; the high and rush of approaching them in their intimate, yet raw sexual position. That look, the one we’ve all seen before of satisfaction and pleasure oozing from the shared wife and her skilled lover.“Ohhh, you feel so good…,” My wife said in a drawn out and faint. We always felt great knowing that she was there.”“What about your dad?”“He always saw his job as providing for us. That’s pretty much what he did—worked and earned money to provide for us. He loved us and he showed it when he could, but Mom has always been the glue that held our family together. They’re nothing like your parents although they do pester me about getting married and giving them a few grandkids to spoil.”“Any progress on that front?”“Maybe,” I said with a laugh. I leaned.