He knew he had to get up now, but all he wanted to do was bury his headunder the covers and sleep for another hour. So sitting up, he staredat the wal... for a minute and then he realized he was again focusing onLaynie. Shaking his head, he didn't want to go there, so he rose. Thefirst thing he needed was some coffee and then a shower.A very slow hour later, Mitch was walking down the sidewalk heading toChem class. He was nervous about that. Chem class meant seeing Laynieand for some reason that. And while she likes to go shopping every once in awhile, she doesn't suck my bank balance dry.Her boy-pussy hugs my manhood tightly while she rides on me. My hands wander on her soft skin, reaching up her small breasts and sliding back down against her sides. Her clit is fully erected and small drops of precum are leaking out from it while my penis rubs her prostate. I just simply love the sight of her. Her penis is much smaller than mine and they look good together when we sometimes rub them. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, you're so fucking hot, you're so fucking good to me, baby," she sighed as she wished the vibe fucking her was a horny hot well-hung man with a big flesh-and-blood hardon driving in and out. Monica lay there for a few minutes with her vibe halfway inside her pussy as she enjoyed the satisfaction of her orgasms and then she got up and showered, getting ready for her dinner with "the man" of Playboy.Later that evening, after a very delightful time of being flattered and told how. "Oh, God, that's great, Mike! You always fuck me sooo good!" Fran groaned huskily as she began to thrust her ass back toward her husband's cock.Glancing down, Mike saw that Fran's little cunt was oozing out thick fuck juice, and that her cuntlips were swollen with aroused hot blood.He reached around his wife and grabbed hold of her huge swinging tits as he put everything he had into a powerful fuck- thrust. Her pussy was small and tight. It always had been. It was one of the reasons Mike was so.