God, not now, Emily thought irritably. “Em, shit what’s happening? I don’t know ... shit, what, um, what should we –”orange“Stay upstairs,...Todd, in your room,” Emily snapped. “I’ll take care of this.”The loud slamming of a bedroom door upstairs told Emily that Todd probably heard her.Emily peeked through the security peephole in the front door. Standing on their front porch was an older, muscular guy, probably in his late forties or early fifties wearing a polo shirt and jean with cowboy boots.. To my disbelief Mr. H and Mrs. B where making out! I couldnt tear my self away from the image! Did Mrs.B's husband have any idea! Mrs.B's hand slowly crept down Mr. H's chest and stopped right at the spot where there was bulge in his pants where his cock struggled to escape the confines of his beige trousers. She started to massage the trouser material obviously arousing Mr. H as the bulge kept enlarging. Mrs B. Pulled away from Mr. H and got down on her knees. Mr. H knew what she wanted. He. I look at it a differnt way, whats the point in lying? really - whats the fucking point? you dont get paid or gain a thing by lying so why do it. Down the pub with some mates I will tell a few lies, leave out the parts that make me look bad and all the rest, but on here I tell the truth.OK down to business, my first time with full sex was about 3 months before my 18th birthday with my girlfriend Yvonne. We had been going out for nearly a year and the most sexual thing we had done was I had. They got off the sofa and walked down the hallway. They lay down on the big bed and rolled into each other’s arms, lips joining in still another passionate kiss. ‘Roll on your belly,’ Bert urged Carla after the kiss ended. His hand glided over her wonderfully curved back, his touch feather-light and terribly stimulating. ‘What…what are you going to do?’ Carla asked, a little scared. ‘I’m going to make you feel very good,’ Bert replied. ‘Relax.’ The movement of his hand was relaxing, Carla.