"Well." Well."We just stood there, unable to think of what to do...until I went and locked the door, pushed him onto the bed and got underneath him on...my back. "Well.", I said.For about 15 minutes we just lay on top of each other, holding each other. "Get under the covers." Wait.." What? You don't want to do you...? It's okay but..." We've been on a coach for about 18 hours..and it's 11 o'clock, German time..", as always, I am the voice of reason..."God, you're right..." Fine, it's settled. Sure, she was a few pounds overweight and carried it on her stomach pouch, but she was vibrant and her 44D tits were full of live when she was fucked hard. She missed watching them sway while her husband pounded her... he hardly even fucked her now. She couldn't remember the last time he got enough momentum going to make anything swing, he came way too quickly."I'll take what I can Get"... said the ad when she finally decided to do something about it. She continued on in the description..." My. I opened the book and read for a while, willing myself to go to sleep. Didn't happen. I knew something that used to work. That didn't take long. It was somewhat disturbing, though, because when I closed my eyes to pull up a fantasy, the picture of a fourteen-year-old girl in a stunning little brown dress kept floating in my mind. I slept fitfully. I got up the next morning, went out and picked up the Sunday paper, and read it by myself over breakfast. I considered getting in my car and driving. He imagined her sitting primly in his class. Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, twirling her long hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. He imagined she hadn’t been wearing underwear. He reached down and began to tug and rub his silky skin up and down the length of his cock. He groaned when his hand brushed his balls. He cupped his balls with one hand and kept rubbing his cock up and down with the other. He enjoyed rubbing his thumb across the tip of his cock. He shuddered with.