Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead...is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories,. I had been chatting to a chap, lets call him Colin (rhyming slang ‘Colin Firth’ - girth ;-P) for a short while, when the delightful boy suggested we meet. Now a lot of the people I talk to either play around with the idea of meeting but it never actually manifests itself or they are far too ‘full on’ airing on the side of dare I say, ’desperate’ far too quickly. Infact as I recall it was along the lines of ”how would you feel if I booked a hotel next weekend?” Good on you I thought, not too. I decided I'd call her on my way to the airport if she didn't come in while I packed.I ran up the stairs to our bedroom. I guess the thick carpet on the stairs softened my footfalls. But then again it could have been the fact that they were really busy concentrating on what they were doing.My wife Wendy is a blond. Her hair is kept about collar length. She's short and built really well. She has large boobs that I love to suck on. She also has a big round butt that I love to slap while I fuck. "And how!!!" her friend shot back. "Okay, meet me tonight at the library!" she ordered. "I've got a plan!!!" Okay," Brit said as the two eighteen year old seniors met on the front steps of the city library. "What's the plan!?!" "He's already here," Hannah replied softly, "he went in about ten minutes ago." "So what?!?" Brit replied nervously. "What are you thinking about doing, I don't wanna get into any trouble?!?" "Just shut up and follow me," Hannah said while pulling her friend inside the.