Steeling himself, Phil followed the sounds until the corridor terminated in an ominous, black metal door. An arcane symbol of even darker metal was in...aid into the surface.Not. Exactly. Promising.It was where the chanting was coming from though. With some degree of trepidation He approached the door. The metal surface was warm to the touch, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable or dangerous. Phil put his ear against it to try and make out the sounds more clearly.Giggling from behind him made. Then it became less frequent, this continued for a while until I could no longer handle it.So I started masturbating a lot.At first, I used to finger myself and then I started using dildos.After a while, I started watching porn on the internet and masturbated.Then it went on for a little longer until I got courage and started flirting with people and even some of my son’s friends.I started wearing sexy clothes.It was a happy surprise for my hubby too.He liked it very much and it rejuvenated our. She's dinged my car by being careless and she didn't even seem too bothered. Right, she knows the penalty. I tell you all one of the stories I'm not allowed to tell anybody. That'll bring her back into line.Hmmmm? which one? Donna and I had been dogging on and off for a few years. She was about 20 and loved older guys. They really tried harder to please such a hot, young slut and she was always satisfied after they'd fucked her. We're not talking 25 to 35 year old guys , we're talking 50 to 60. Everything in me was focused on the pure burning friction of his cock churning inside of me. My body clamped down, tightening. I sank my teeth almost viciously into his shoulder, drowning my scream as my orgasm slammed through my body with the force of a frag grenade. He roared again, shoving his cock inside deeper than anyone had ever gone before. His hips jerked, rocking against mine spasmodically, his cum exploding into my greedy pussy. Our bodies, both taut and perfectly still as the climax.