There was something about the music that seemed to calm my soul like nothing else could do.An Irish ballad came thought the speakers about a fisherman...who had gone out to sea. As he fought the cold rain and the thrashing waves, he thought about his true love back home. He knew she would be in a warm cottage with her parents. She would probably be sitting next to the fire with a book in her hands. Her flaxen hair would be flowing over her shoulders and those magnificent eyes would sparkle in the. I by now was starting to harden again and my hand moved to find my cock slowly rubbing the tip as I listened to Catherine tell me how wet she had got watching aunties pussy eat my cock. My hand strayed onto Catherines leg as we recalled our feelings and soon wandered up to rub against her panties. I felt her legs part slightly and watched her hand run under her top to her pert breast. I could see her playing with her nipples and soon felt her other hand ontop of mine pushing it hard against her. Slowly he moves alongside the bed, feeling her soft skin slowly as his thoughts clear of the troubles of the day and fill with thoughts of his 'baby girl', his domain, his toys, and above all his intentions. as the last thought fills his mind he caresses her spine and she shudders under his touch letting out a sound close to a whimper. with that sound he feels her ass slowly before spanking her ass with as much intent to show he was ready and another for his own pleasure of feeling her ass. But I sure as fuck took him in the ass.Doggy at first, his head beuried in the pillow. Spoon. Missionarry. Ifucled him sideways. He loved it He wanted it, wanted it more and more.He would jack himself as he got fucked. Pit hair came in, facial hair,soft and downy., muscles. Are you hard yet? Have you stroked your dick? Thinking about a boy you know? A neighbor k**, short and slender.A middle schooler you know. You think evil, dirty thoughts about them?Shit, I watch the Little League World.