.. I know, pretty lame... I mean me on the spare bed in that house and jacking my dick to the idea of her lady friends fucking me in that house. Oh if...fantasies could come true, god damn it to motherfucking hell!Well since 1997 when I first started house watching for this cunt nothing ever happened. I'd even once held high hopes that the cunt owner bitch would ball me herself on a regular basis as the friendly neighbor thing to do, but no such luck :-( But on July 3rd of 2013 I finally got my. .. your thing. Do you get my meaning?" I hoped that my point was made well enough."And you ... and you and I could have our thing, too, can't we?" Monica dared to indicate that she indeed wanted me, too."What am I, chopped liver?" Chelsea asked aloud, but her wink made it seem at least partly in jest."No ... but if you are, I'll eat you with some fava beans and a nice Chianti," Monica teased her a little."Meaning?" I asked her, curiously, as she heard her boss cough impatiently."You'll see .... Peta takes a running leap at John. She drops her bag just short of contact. He catches her and her four limbs wrap around him as they kiss, playing tonsil hockey. Smiling she says, “Mother said we can go straight to your place today, Uncle John. She’s also promised to visit for a while as she’s missing her master. I think she’s really missing her master’s dick.” Harry’s eye bulge as he lowers Peta to the ground.A large group of girls are standing around waiting to be assigned seats. Brooke has. Joe had liked it, the getting and giving of oral pleasure, but when the man asked for his phone number as he dropped him two blocks from his house, he had turned him down, with no real reason given. The man had seemed truly disappointed, but he soon drove off leaving Joe to ponder on it all.But that was then and this is now.Aware of Sir Cougar's cock in his ass, Jane/Joe struggled to get Sir Thor's trouser off and down to the floor. His wiggling made his ass sensations even more pronounced. He.