”“Are we talking about a slit dress or a split dress?”“How the hell would I know? To me it’s a fuck-me dress.”“And what’s your definit...on of a fuck-me dress?”“One that screams, ‘Slam me down on the desk and hump me like a caveman.’”“Sounds like a useful strapline for a commercial.”“Not sure it would get pass the Advertising Standards Authority.”“Probably not. So did you?”“Did I what?”“Slam your secretary down on the desk and hump her like a caveman?”“Of course not. It would have been very. She said she pushed his head away and asked if his cock was hard. He jurked down his short and out sprank a rock hard cock , she said stick that thing in me now. She pulled her feet up onto the table and he stood up and his cock was just high enough to slide right into her wet pussy she said. He hammered her for about five minutes before to blew he pulled and and she asked whos next? The guys had been watching and they all dropped their shorts. She was able to finish off all four guys in just. Without hesitation, your hand reaches down and through the opening in my pyjamas. Without hesitation, you take my pulsing hard cock in your hand. And you begin to stroke me. My mind reels. God! Don’t stop! I don’t want you to ever stop. But this is not what I want. I want to watch your face as I slowly enter your body. I want to feel the tightness give way as I open you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel your wetness surround my cock. I want to move with you. I want to watch your face as. "I know that I'm only eighteen but I don't know how that's supposed to feel. I feel pretty OK about myself, better than ever as a matter of fact. And don't forget, I'm a growing boy." Man was I ever. I thought my prick was going to explode out of my pants right there in the kitchen.Mom slowly glided from my arms, looked down at my crotch and said with a slight smile, "You certainly are a growing boy. Gracious, I think you may already be more hung than your father."That surprising revelation.