Life could have taken many turns but his mom, Holly, was a strong woman who avoided despair and instead concentrated on raising her son as best she co...ld as a widowed mother. Her husband's life insurance had paid off the mortgage with a little left over, she worked as a fitness instructor to earn extra cash, she enjoyed both the work and meeting all the women in the neighbourhood to find out the latest gossip. If she was lonely she made sure to make up for it by keeping busy with a wide circle. It may be just started or something already happened.I just imagined of Rambo kissing and fucking passionately my mother (like the way he told me of he done with other women). His dark strong muscles pressing against her white soft body and giving deep big thrusts will be so erotic to watch. I got a good erection there. I came to my room and masturbated imagining their sex. From that day onwards, I had a habit of masturbating, imagining their sex. I had a desire to have my imagination come. I and my friend (my sex slave) balaji are studying in a college in Chennai. Our commerce teacher named gaja lakshmi is always our fantasy. During her class hours I will make my friend to rub my cock and shag it. This was our daily routine I always think and masturbate about her. When ever I get feelings I will make my friend to suck my cock and give him my cum to drink. Let me tell about my teacher. She is a kerelite. Her boobs will always peep out and invite every one to squeeze it. We can’t. Black, lacey crotchless knickers, and matching bra. I let go of the towel, letting it pool at my feet, and squeeze some fragrant moisturiser into my palm, warming it in my hands before spreading it over my body. My fingers leaving firey trails of want and desire as I rub it into my skin, my mind begins wandering to previous chats, naughty things you've done at work while talking to me, and all the sexy, filthy things that come from having amazing lushie friends. My fingers find their way.