.. If I was right in my assumption... it had worked, I had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. Their apartment was at a different part of the reso...t to mine and I had been questioning my decision to show up the entire walk over, not knowing really why I had been invited in the first place. Or did I? The same underlying sensation that had stopped me declining the invitation in the first place had caused me to make sure I had my hottest underwear on under the short, white summer dress I had. My past lovers have always enjoyed it, loved fucking me. Josh slides into me easily. He feels good. A young hard cock pushing deeper into my folds. It feels harder than my husband's cock. He bottoms out, his balls against my ass. Then he pulls back and thrust back into me again. I guide his hips with my hands as he gain momentum. He feels so good. His heavy balls slapping my ass. I grip his cock with my pussy every time he pulls back and release so he can slam back into me. As we do this I can. Easy to get under. He wore jeans. Zipper and button. Easy to undo. His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, feel the heat radiating from within, feel the passion as his lips captured hers. Gently, he nibbled her lips till she parted them. His tongue ventured forth, searching her mouth for her tongue. The journey had begun. His hands moved to Sarah’s arse, pulling her to his semi-conscious cock. Sarah’s hands. K.When we got home, I noticed the smell of sex again from the master bedroom. It was overpowering. Mom was dressed normally but didn’t look to have recently showered. She gave off the same smell of aroused woman with semen overtones as Mrs. K. If I had to guess, I’d say that Mr. Kowalski, who was missing from the audience this evening, had been fucking Mom in my parents’ bedroom while Dad and Mrs. Kowalski were getting it on during the concert. That’s a relief, really. If it was him, then I’m.