A few days ago he had washed the car in the driveway wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jeans and his rippling muscles and gorgeous tan had not gon... unnoticed. She shook her head trying to clear such thoughts, yet the thought of, at thirty-nine, being attractive to a seventeen year old brought on erotic images that led to her hands wandering under the covers and before long she was pleasuring herself.The orgasm was especially powerful and Gwen grunted loudly, much more loudly than she. . the first hard on he had in over a month, and that given him by the luscious young chick across the street.He'd dreamed of her often enough, jerked off thinking about pouring the meat to her, and now he'd seen her in the raw. True, it was just a flash, but it was a flash complete with enough detail to tell him her pussy was well-haired and her tits we thrusting and firm."You're right, Fred," Mabel replied." And it's no wonder, the way that hussy of a mother sleeps around all the time."And. Two days later: I was just chilling on my couch watching TV when Bayley was a guest when my tweet was featured: the host said: “Changing subjects: I was on your twitter page when I saw some fan asking you to a special needs gala in two months, Are you going to accepting this guy, or are you going to forget that loser!”. Before she answered, some person yelled: “don’t do it, he’s a loser” as they showed my picture. My heart damn near sank as she replied: “he’s not a loser, as a matter of fact,. One wet Sunday I was in a club I had started to go to, a sweaty little basement venue that struggled to free itself from a rank odour of urine and stale sweat.I was standing at the small pop up bar, naked except for black workman's boots and my cock ring. A trickle of piss ran past my foot from the toilets. Inside, a small group of men dressed in leather garb urinated into the mouth of a drenched-through guy on his knees, his mouth wide open in a vain attempt to catch the streams.In the corner.