Silently, Wanda cried.When Wanda did come home, a surprise awaited him. His mother hadcompletely outfitted the spare room as a baby's room, with all o... thenecessary furniture, piles of toys, and what seemed like a five-yearsupply of disposable diapers (In fact, they were all gone within sixmonths.) The walls were painted a bright pink, and were decorated withpictures of angels.Wanda needed to do some urgent shopping too. He had no "non-maternity"outfits and it would be clearly inappropriate to. I noticed the little things in my post-work haze. The tightness of her striped skirt that barely covered her ass, the cat-got-the-cream look on his face that made me wonder who he thought about, the people across from me who entered at different stops and talked with such animation… Sex. It all boiled down to what positions I could picture them in.No one inspired great stories in me though, apart from the gentle wondering. I figured my mind was just too tired from work to grasp on to anyone. . thats just one of the ways of many that a kinky fucking will never take place.... another way would be to let her ass glide over me already hard cock as she squeezes into the backseat in a full car maybe... having to sit on a lap or something i quickly volunteer..... as i know my cock already hard and an excuse is already a given, bumpy ride makes cocks hard sometimes. but will she realize it was hardening well before we started driving? well i hope she does, cause its really a crazy. He was, as I had remembered, very well endowed. As he continued to sit back, against the shed, looking down at me, I took his cock in my hands, and stroked his veiny shaft, very gently – his back arched and I enjoyed the site of his lips parting and the sound of his moaning. Pushing apart his legs, I knelt in between them, and without releasing my gentle grip on his cock, I continued to kiss his wonderful body, from his nipples, slowly down and over his stomach until I reached that sensitive.