. Do you remember that one night??? I was numb, you were lost. WE got drunk on wine and each other. We told our secrets in a hopeless place, you told ...e about those nights you spent as an escort and how sometimes you loved it. Or maybe that time we were teenagers and we discovered how hot the flames of lust can burn when you're young and foolish. Take care when you play with fire...Can you still remember our first kiss on the Roebling Bridge that hot Summer night over the Ohio River? Hopefully. Why?I had always fantasised about being with a man, and had read lots of beautiful gay love stories, but other than some small-pricked transexuals (nice as they were) had never 'done' anything much, yet here was I excited about a man I hardly could even see!When he returned, I suggested we sit inside; his name was Mot, and he looked so hot and worn out I asked if he would like to shower and refresh himself, before a beer. He smelled himself and agreed it would be great!I showed him to my. Penny humps back deliriously to meet her stepfather's powerful strokes, groaning every time she slams her asshole onto the swollen root of his cock. She can actually hear it now, can hear her stuffed, Vaseline-lubed asshole sucking and clasping around her stepfather’s eager prick. She groans in ecstasy as she sinks two fingers up her cunt. Shamelessly, Penny finger-fucks herself, jacking off her hot, drooling pussy as her father plows his magnificent cock deep into her buttery bowels. And only. “And I want it right now. I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum all over it,” she added hungrily and used her fingers to hold open her cunt lips. Stephan moved towards her and Sally, licking her lips at the prospect of being well and truly fucked by such a monster, raised her legs in the air and spread them willingly. “Come on Stephan; put that fucking thing where it belongs.” Her voice was low and guttural when she spoke, and she could feel warm juices dribbling from her cunt right down.