..' (long, drawn sigh) ah well.When the fog of lust descendsStill, I've had a great time through the years. These are a few things that spring to mind...- When the fog of lust descends and morals are forgotten and ignored I go wherever my cock takes me. I've had lots of threesomes with couples I've met through personals. I've fucked lots of women in their lovely cunts while hubby lies underneath licking our genitals as we fuck and I've enjoyed doing that as well. I've been to a house party here. He worked my sore muscles quite well, relaxing me while pressing his weight into me from behind. I could feel him swelling as he worked my back, he couldn't hide his excitement and it turned me on. Moving to my head, he massaged my neck and shoulders, I ran my hand up his shorts and began rubbing his throbbing cock. He backed up a little, I pulled his dick out and began sucking him, his girth filled my wanting mouth, gagging me with the excitement of his thrusts. He pushed me off his cock,. Their paths didn’t cross the next day and he was optimistic as he strode towards his special place just before sunset. Waiting for him was another young woman, not Oli. She didn’t give her name and gestured to him to sit beside her. When the sun touched the horizon she said, “Does it like me? I would like it.” Her hand reached for his genitals and found a partially filled cock. Feeling her fingers quickly brought it to full readiness but Peter wasn’t sure what would happen next. Would she take. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed.