There were parks along the way we found that had paths we could walk where she would suck my cock or screw me . She became a voyeur and her desire to ...e seen would make her get wetter if someone was to watch.. At home she loved her toys and would use them daily ,the bigger the better she would say.She was always searching for big things she could push inside her. She didn’t work so many days I would come home to a ready to fuck woman,it was awesome. One day I came home with a coworker not. My actual presence, after six months away, wasn’t quite enough to interrupt their sugar rush; they smiled and said hello but kept digging their spoons into their cereal. Abby was becoming quite a neat eater, Ben not so much yet. His side of the table was a mess. It must run in the family; when I’d joked about it at Thanksgiving, Mom had regaled us all with tales of how I’d always overloaded my spoon when I was that age... Hey, I was a growing lad. It’s not like I ever wasted anything; I always. * Chelsie woke up still feeling somewhat bitter and pissed about what happened the night before. She didn’t get to have sex and didn’t get to finish masturbating because her friend rudely interrupted her session with a text describing the kind of night that involved a gang bang. She tried playing that morning but, for some reason, it just wasn’t working out. She kept digging her fingers as deep as she could inside her pussy but, still, nothing. “Fuck this,” she said before getting up and. ”“That’s kind of you. I gladly accept the proposal.”“I could do that today if you have the time…”“Five PM?”“Deal!”As we spoke Tom once again rubbed the oil into my back, completely unnecessary, but I was not going to complain, his hands felt really pleasurable.“Do you want me to oil your legs too, missus Eve?”“Yes, please.’If he had not said that, I would have asked him myself.Tom drew a line of lotion from my heel to the middle of the buttock, then began to rub it as thoroughly as before,.