The fact that I lived way up in the north Bronx didn’t help. My shabby apartment in a 1920s-vintage building was another liability. The one time a l...dy accepted my invitation to go there was a disaster. She was in there for about ten minutes and then she left; I never saw her again.By January, I had passed my twenty-seventh birthday and I was really unhappy with my lack of a sex-life. Masturbating to Penthouse and Hustler magazines didn’t cut it for me. In fact, it was frustrating to look at. "To think that I trusted you to baby-sit my Chad. How often have you done this before?" she demanded now starting to feel her juices flow at the prospect of seducing the young boy. Stephen tried to stammer out a response as he tucked his now flaccid penis back in his jeans. "Please, Mrs. Holmes, don't tell my mom. Please, I'll do anything, just don't tell anyone!" "You wait here, young man - I'll be back once I decide what to do about this!" With those words, Mrs. Holmes turned off the lights,. “Think you can cum again for me baby?” I answered by withdrawing a little and plunging into her again, then again. I started with a slow rhythm, slow and deep as I enjoyed the sensations of Molly’s heat, her welcoming wetness and the arousal of her words and hands as they urged me on. I felt Molly shift a little, ease her legs open wider and allow me to plunge just a little deeper as I started build up a faster rhythm with each deep lunge into her. I felt Molly grind her pubic mound back into. I had been changing the plugs out throughout the day whenever I got the chance, stretching my ass in anticipation of letting Jake fuck me that night. The largest plug had been quite uncomfortable at first, but felt quite good as I plunged it in and out a few times in the shower. Jake was stretched out on the sofa watching television when I emerged from the bathroom, naked and ready to fuck. The plugs had been teasing my prostate all day, driving me to new heights of lust by the minute. I was as.