.. "Marcia.slid down off the bench and starting at Syl's ankles slowly glidedher hands up Syl's smooth legs until she held the object of her drug-craz...ddesire in her hands. Syl's cock was so big and so fat..... It felt huge andhot through the soft lacy material of her thong. Marcia had never felt likethis before in her life. If getting drunk made her feel decadent and loose,getting some of this magical white powder into her made her feel like afucking gutter whore. All she wanted to do was let. "If my feet can't cover all flowers, someone might notice," I thought.The magenta blouse was too much. I slowly pulled off the confining top, inch by inch, the whole time thinking, "If I had this on when my wife came home there is no way I could get if off in time before she saw me in it."The thought made the crotch of my jeans tighter in seconds. I found a white blouse with baby blue stripes that looked almost like a shirt I have, except that the collar and features on it were more delicate,. Once he was at the couch, he sat down and then guided me down onto him. I didn't hesitate as he lowered me onto his cock, which was now pointing straight up towards my wet pussy. I was excited and wet and he was hard as a rock and had absolutely no problem penetrating me. I lowered myself onto his cock and he sunk all 8 inches deep into me, causing me to let out a moan. He then grabbed me by the hips and began guiding me up and down on his cock as I looked around and noticed many of my friends. I was going to conceive. I needed his seed inside me, of course, but I wanted him to know it was because of my unrestrained desire that he was going to be putting it there. So there he stood, rock-hard, nipples erect, lightly sweating and with his hips thrust forward. I moved around in front of him. I had my arms at my sides, relaxed with feet planted firmly: the gymnast’s pose. I looked at Jim directly and asked him to undress me now. He’s good at that. No stripping and flinging clothes about..