. I let Rich tell you that one!” Richard turned looked directly into her eyes and said. “Just reliving memories and experiences from Uni...” Th...n he dropped his head to watch his thumb running over the knuckles of her hand. “Just some shared memories and experiences.” “Oh yes,” taking a nervous sip of her wine, “Any of these experiences and memories, you’d like to share?” “We were young and horny, we were kids playing with new toys; it’s in the past.” As his hand lifted hers to his mouth,. "And who," he started as hebegan to pace, "am I supposed to go with, since that bitch Carol decidedwe should 'see other people' last night, and then went and called everygirl around and told them not to go out with me tonight? I ask you!" hesnarled, whipping around. "Ahhh, well, um." Paul stopped, at a loss for words. An idea formed in Tom's head. "Hey," he said, plopping back down on the bed. "You wanna go?You're already dressed for it, and we could grab something to eat. Maybe that’s why I get called a slut.It was one morning that I remember waking up (in someone else’s bed, of course). I had just been bonked by Matt, the college quarterback. Matt was a gorgeous specimen of a guy, muscled and toned, a great smile and best of all, a huge cock. I’d become a bit of a size queen and the challenge of fitting a huge cock in my ass was one I was willing to take for a guy like Matt. We had shared some classes together as freshmen and he’s probably the guy I’ve had sex. “Honey! We are out of eggs. Do you mind going to the store and buy some for us? I really can’t leave the kitchen right now, the cake is almost done.” I hear my girlfriend’s mother Joane calling her.“Sure mom!” Lucy answers back stopping our kisses and, sadly, her hand. “I’m sorry, it won’t take more than ten minutes, I promise.”“That’s okay. It’s just eggs.” I say kissing her while my fingers dig into her ass one last time before she gets up and leaves swaying her hips in a sensual way.I keep.