The rolling guitar from the speakers concealed the sounds of his movement, and I knew she thought it was me, about to slide my cock into her. Instead,...it was Bill who placed the tip of his sheathed cock against her pink pussy, and pressed until just the head popped in. My wife groaned at the sudden pressure, and in one smooth stroke, Bill slid his full length deep into my wife. He stood still for a moment, listening to her moan, feeling her hips pressed firmly back against him, getting used to. After hours of wanking, the pre-cum is more like urinating, and the stream can go several feet, soaking all the mags, and then the pumping starts and on a good day I’m pumping over all the mags, including the ones propped up at the end of the table or ironing board. Half a roll of toilet paper is then required to protect the mags as much as possible and soak up hopefully all the cum. It doesn’t always work though and in extreme cases I have to buy a second copy of the mags so I can actually see. As usual, there was nothing on television. He muttered something about Bruce Springsteen being a visionary when he sang "57 Channels and Nothing's On."It was a Saturday night, Peter was ungodly horny and all he had for comfort was his computer. And he couldn't even doing anything with that. His backyard neighbors, a house full of just-graduated college kid rental types, were having another of their Saturday night blowouts. Peter went to the kitchen to peer through the window and check out the. When I was twelve I passed the summer at my grandparents house in the country. I used to pass the day doing my homeworks and reading books. Nearby lived my aunt with my cousin. One day my cousin came to visit my grandma and we played in her big garden. She was 14 at that time and she looked gorgeous with red hair and pale skin. We was playing as I said and all of a sudden she told me she had to pee. We was deep in the wood and there was nobody around so I told her to do it there. She looked at.