Moving slowly I inched my way towards her until I was close enough for her to see me. She turned her head just enough and looking straight at me, star...d for a minute. "Avis" she said "Is that really you?" I moved up a bit closer to her now, "Yes Carol" I said, "It's me". I'm sure her mind flashed back to school as did mine when we first met and became friends. I wasn't aware of the type of girl she was then and didn't have anyone to tell me, but as our friendship grew a little, I had the. She would always make one last check of the bed to make sure it was neat, and the blanket was folded. She would brush her teeth using her fingers, and freshen her face with her water.David would make his way downstairs, carrying a plate or a bowl. Sharon would be on her knees, on the foam, awaiting his arrival. He would always be fully dressed, but she could tell that he had always showered before coming down. She assumed that he worked all day someone on his farm, or perhaps in the barn. When. I couldn’t believe it. I clicked on the picture which took me to a teaser page with several shots of the girl. According to the website her name was Mona. In each picture Mona had removed some part of her clothing until the last four were of her nude in a couple of revealing poses. She was a well constructed girl and as I looked at the pictures I wondered briefly if my own daughter looked like that nude. The page raved about how I could see endless pictures and hundreds of videos of girls. My husband would never allow it. Can I fuck him hard like you did? My wife volunteers yes but try and do it harder, really give it to him. She pounds that hunk of rubber up my ass for all she is worth. A minute or so later someone else says it's her turn and they switch places. It goes on like this till they all have plowed my ass.My wife says okay honey lets show them what else you do. I know what that means and I roll off of the couch and onto the floor. My cock is rock hard and leaking like.