She was so wet and moist, as I had stretched her all out with my fingers.Mamatha’s pussy took my hard big cock in one thrust! I sank it hilt-deep be...ween her pussy lips; she whimpered. Then I pushed in again, not even letting her catch her breath but fucking her hard and deep. Mamatha panted and groaned, begging for more, begging for me to fuck her harder.I shoved it in again and began fucking her as a man possessed.”OH YEAH! FUCK ME!” I picked up speed and she knew I was on the brink of an. I hated missing the rest of the show. For weeks that scene played through my head and each time I would notice her wearing a skirt with pantyhose my cock would harden and make a tent in my trousers.When I tried hiding my erection I’d be scolded by my mother or sister, “Stop playing with that,” they would say. “If they had any idea just how hard my cock would get and pinched at the wrong angle they would tell me to go ahead and adjust it,” I would think when they scolded me. “Women have no idea. I pull your soaked panties off all the way and as I kiss over your slit you reach down and guide me back up for a kiss, and as I climb onto the bed I massage my hand up the inside of your leg rubbing you as you moan and kiss me, I feel your hand on my pajamas, massaging my hard cock through my pants. I rub up and down the inside of your legs, and then I let my fingers slip between your beautiful lips, you gasp as they slide into you going deep inside of your wonderful lips. My other hand gently. The image went to grainy pause and hung before us for a seeming age before she manage to turn the screen to black. We were both blushing. We didn't mention what we'd seen but couldn't talk of anything else either. That night I dreamed of her and him and their video. I woke and couldn't get to sleep again until I masturbated. All night I drifted into sleep, dreamed, woke and frigged myself.I had the same feeling in my cubicle with the redhead on my computer screen. I made my hands stay at the.