All that now mattered was the overpowering sense of beatitude that enveloped me. The hardest part was having to conceal my high level of arousal. Or s... I thought.“You like that, don’t you?” demanded Karter.I hesitated. Should I tell the truth or pretend like I was miserable? Luckily, I didn’t have to choose. A moan toppled from my lips before I could smother it and the rest just tumbled out.“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it. I want more. MORE!!!”“You heard her, son,” said Karter. “Fuck this little. Another place I ALWAYS go when I'm in DC. Looking back on it, though, I haven't had all that much success there, there's too much cruising and not enough cocksucking. But maybe it's me.The first cool thing was when I was headed to the city from Reston on the train and the thing you read in the literature but never believe, actually happened. The guy sitting across from me on the train hit on me. Well, I was a little bit drunk at the time, but no biggie, and this guy must have seemed cool,. ”“No, I think it’s great that you and Mom met like this. We both love to go camping, and play in the sun. Maybe you’ll teach me to fly-fish one day; I saw all your fishing tackle.”“You saw a few of my pieces of tackle; that’s my one weakness; I have a room full of fishing tackle, and only fish, maybe, three times a year. But I always have big ideas in my head of going out and fishing for a week. I’d be glad to call you, and let you go with me some time.”“Hey, Murphy, you’ve got a deal! Mom said. She learned the sensitive spots inside Sasha’s pussy quickly, hitting them faster as she moved her fingers in and out and up and down, all around inside her pussy. “Sara, Sara…Saraa!” her sister was moaning louder and louder each time. Sasha pulled her sister’s head up to look deep into her eyes as she got close to her orgasm. They looked deep into each other’s eyes. Sara was smiling, and Sasha wanted to but couldn’t, her mouth open wide and breathing deep as she moaned loudly. Her younger.