She's quite a bit younger than my brother that she's married too and closer to my age. I wonder what it would be like to worship her feet. I think abo...t her sitting on the couch in my parents living room at a family party, me sitting on the floor and every once in a while just giving them a sniff or brushing my lips across them. I imagine her sitting there getting so wet while we think about sneaking downstairs and fucking like crazy. I think the most fucked up thought I've been having lately. "Weren't we Lucy?" No," she said, shaking her head as if in complete disbelief. "No," Lucinda repeated. The distraught woman burst into tears and ran from the kitchen completely disregarding her clothing still lying on the floor.Damn! thought Karen. The spell had been broken. She'd have to start mind-fucking Barry's mom all over again. Well, it was easy this time and it wouldn't be difficult the next time. Karen was sorry she hadn't planned a whole day alone with Lucy. Then the old hag would. The next morning when we woke up it was kind of wierd but he went home and we didnt really talk about it till the next weekend. but all week all i could think about was getting my dick jerked off again. so on friday i told him my parents were away for the weekend and he came over. when he came over we started to talk about i could tell he was really horny. so we went into the basement and he started to rub my cock through my jeans but i stopped him and said i have an idea. i said what if we. It seemed a good idea, since he seemed to be a pretty good player, with a hefty stack of chips in front of him. Over the next two hours or so, the people at the table change. We change dealers but Jeff and I keep talking. He was from Chicago and in Vegas for some convention. He was doing pretty good at the tables but my eight-hundred is down to about hundred and fifty before it begins to rise again. The drinks keep coming (god, I love Vegas for that!) and I keep downing them. The alcohol makes.