Hunter is finding it increasingly difficult to separate fantasy from reality. It seems to him that he is disconnected from the scene with his would-be...lover, that he is merely an outside observer, a voyeur watching through a crack in the wall. Hunter’s lover, who is oblivious to his confusion, scatters the socks all over him, all over the sheets, and climbs up on top of him so that her genitals are in his face. It is only when his cock swells between her lips that he finally ceases to be a. " she then asked if I wanna take a swim, I said sure, but I gotta go home for my shorts. She turned to me and replied "gosh boy, u act like ur a stranger, u have on underwear right?" and she started to unbutton my shirt. I didn't say a word, and I started unbuttoning her blouse to revealed her firm b cups in a white lace bra. She took my belt off and slowly zipped my pants down while she felt my hard on. We stared into each others eyes as we stripped each other. I peeled her tight pants off her. He was, indeed, reminded of that occasion long ago, when he had known he was going to cane his first female bottom the next day. He had spent half the night deciding what his exact words to the unfortunate girl would be, trying to decide where and how he could stand so as to catch a glimpse of female intimacies without seeming improper, and practicing his swing of the cane. The actual event had not disappointed, even though he had realized how much remained to be perfected. By now, of course,. I slowed way down. "Brent, I am going to have you fuck my mother tonight but see that car? That means Mrs. Wills is there. If we can fuck them both, we will but we only have four or five hours before my sisters are due to come home. Understand that I needed someone to fuck Mom so she understands there is more than just my cock in her future. She needs to be the pussy, not the mother. We are going to have to help each of them make that conversion but if my mom can do it, everyone can. I am.