"The silk glides over the steel silently, softly. Yet not like silk, I can see and feel veins and feel your pulse."Scott looked down and watched her f...ngers on his cock. He watched as she stroked him lightly with those two fingers."Amazing toy you have, so hard, so soft and at the same time. And what do we have here?" Cleo acted the part well, she looked like a puzzled school girl on her first discovery. "A white drop?" She placed just the tip of her finger on that dew drop and smeared it. So coming to the story, my son and I had been fucking from past four months, and even after so many days and fucking so many times, we never really talked about sex openly. Every night we just go to each other’s room, have sex and then come back to our room. We don’t talk much during sex. Missionary, doggy, and sometimes I riding his cock was all we had been doing. But one day when Ronald was in college, I thought to clean his room. After cleaning half of his room, I found something in the. Not long after moving into our new trailer I had asked Greg to help me do some things around the house and he spent the night. I had been dropping hints all day and had discussed the possibility with Greg and he was naturally excited at the prospects of sharing my beautiful wife. We stayed up really late that night and into the early morning and I thought we would never go to bed. We spent the evening playing games and finally it evolved into Greg giving us both back rubs and. She was carrying a small purse slung over her shoulder; held close to her body by the length of a smooth sun-tanned arm. She looked like she was dressed to go to a wedding.You know the look. A garment made for show, but not meant to be worn to work or even to an interview. I watched her reach the other side of the footpath and skip away further down the street.I couldn't stop to look as I had gawkers wanting to look inside the Batcar and trying to crowd me.So with no small regret I.