I could have burned the body beyond recognition and then completely disappeared from the radar screen. As it was, I was so mad at the guy I thought ab...ut using the little shit as a substitute, but he was nothing like my body type. Lucky fucker.Anyway, I figured my ex would keep after me, so I did my best to erase all my tracks. That's why I used an alias to work under. And that was probably why I headed and ended up in the Golden West. She knew I hated — detested! — California, the "land of. There is no question the smell of my sex had to be evident whenever they walked by later … I actually found the thought rather naughty and exciting … (your writing is indeed freeing). As I stated, I’ve been fantasizing about i****t since my youth, most likely as the result of growing up with two b*****rs and the usual exploring, fondling (no fucking) with them both (my s****r and I still chat about those times fondly although she doesn’t seem to carry the fantasy although I’ve never discussed. "Damn but that ass feels good!" I could only moan in reply, all my senses centered on the huge tube of obscene lust buried to the hilt in my secret depths. We quivered together our bodies sharing incredible, taboo pleasure. His hands caressed my rounded hips and spread my ass cheeks so as to get a better view of his dick buried in my booty. "God," he said, " You should see this!" I wished I could but gloried in the fact that he was loving the view of my round, soft ass totally encasing his. It was clear that Dean wouldn’t be leaving her thoughts any time soon. The end of the trail was in sight, and Jenny spotted the track up ahead. Once she got there, she made a beeline for the water fountain, drinking water as if to wash away all dirty thoughts of her best friend. It was a tactic that proved highly inefficient when she looked up to see none other than Dean standing in front of her. Jenny smiled widely, but put her hand on her hips and cocked her head to the side. ‘ ‘What do you.