With his legs planted firmly apart, his hands at his side, he looked the very image of masculinity. His eyes looked pitch black in the dimness of the ...oom and the firelight danced on his skin, enhancing his image of sinner. Emma’s feet moved of their own accord. Alex met her halfway, kissing her hard. Their hands worked quickly at each other’s clothing, shedding his vest and neck cloth, tossing his shirt away. He undid the buttons on her dress with speed and pulled the material off her. She. He was wrong about that, for she told him that she had never done anything like that, either."She has a problem, too."But why was a problem for girls not considered a problem for them like it was for young men like him? Young women often sought to preserve their problem, while guys like Jim were trying to get rid of it from the moment they could get their hands on a Playboy magazine."Not like a James Bond movie."He wondered why Bond Girls never worried about getting pregnant, and why James Bond. The big difference was that we dug out all the luggage. While she was at class, I packed all my formal stuff in a hanging bag, with the rest in a suitcase. As soon as Kelly and Seamus came home, she grabbed her stuff out of the closet and told me to start packing, while she packed everything for the kids. It became a mad rush, since I didn’t pack everything perfectly, and she needed to repack, and then we threw it all in the Sienna, along with Boxie and his stuff. From there it was over to. ”“Yes,” she said.Dad helped her stand. She clung to him as they headed down the hallway. My futa-cock throbbed before me. I was so excited to share her with Dad. This would be so hot for us to be both fucking her. Just pounding her hard.Her ass jiggled. She had a plump rump. My futa-cock throbbed, aching to be in her mommy-butt. I would fuck her so hard. My balls tightened, that new load of cum brimming inside of them. I rolled my shoulders, my excitement mounting with every step.“So, how do we.