He rang the doorbell, and it was answered by a girl who was a little younger than him, but not by much. She was a little on the heavy side, but that w...s hardly a minus in his book. She actually seemed a little cute with that look. She was not a supermodel, granted, but he was from New Zealand, not France, and did not really care much for the haute couteur thing and the ‘waif’ look. Women in his country typically had a little meat on their bones, and so he accepted that as normal and even. I am sure many women have been confronted by men engrossed in sexual content, and cast a look at his crotch to see just how far he has gone, if he has a 'hard-on', and if so, triggers an automatic response in her, I guess we cant escape our basic urges, and I am no different, I see a hard cock, and I feel the need to touch it.So walking close to him, letting my odours waft him, in his highly sexual state of mind, I knew he would be thinking about the dream fuck I would be, if only it were. You have no choice but to swallow the juices that are flowing from her; salty, creamy juices that came from his cock and filled her deep inside. "That's it my cuckold, eat every drop!" She tells you.She is taunting you know; humiliating you even but you know that there could be more to come. You know what else you have told her; you know what other confessions you have made when you told her all about your fantasy. She climbs off you and off the bed and takes you by the hand. "Come." She. Before she left she kissed me and gave me her cell number and e-mail address. I tucked them into my purse and told her I wanted to see her again, if that was what she wanted. She caressed my breasts and said, “Yes, that is what I want.” My Convent StoryWhat I am about to relay to you took place in my twelfth year when I was sent away to convent school:Before Mass today I went to the confessional. In truth, I had to wonder what could I have to confess; there is so little opportunity for sin. I.