She came quickly and hard. She came harder than Jill had ever cum for me. It made me feel so good and restored some of my manhood. This beautiful woma... not only wanted to fuck me, but enjoyed fucking me. She sat up and then said to me, “Fuck me anyway you want to fuck me.” I got her off me and then lay her face down on the couch. I climbed on top of her and entered her from behind, feeling her pussy walls tighten around me. I pumped my cock in and out of her, occasionally looking at Paul and. She turned, wiggled, watched herself in the mirror. No, a second thought, he would fall desperately in love with her and become a nuisance, just wanting to see them over and over, or heaven forbid, wanting to touch them. With those broad hands, the fingertips, touching her so softly, like so, caressing (how did he know?) so softly, then firmly squeezing them (like this…) kneading their complex texture, feeling the sudden rush of warmth beneath his palms, the nipples growing so firm, so hard, he. We didn't see anyone else, and with only a knife, I wasn't going to let him get away with anything." What did you hit him with, Ron? It looks like he has a nice goose egg growing between his eyes." I have one of those gimme bats the Astros give out to the kids at the games. I just gave him a little love tap." Remind me not to rile you much anymore." Not likely, Bentley here is my replacement, and it looks like I might be going back to school. That is if Bentley can get over his fright. I know I. But it was in my freshman year in college, that the most incredible activity, we would ever engage in, would take place. We had done everything there was to do together, we had left no stone unturned. We were basically into everything and we had done it all. Well, as I was about to find out, not everything.There was one thing left, one thing to put the final stamp of certification, of my mother’s title of slut/whore and that would be for my mother to swing with other men in bed. My mother ended.