My wife had been feeling quite horny recently and she couldn’t seem to get enough sex. Even though we sometime had a hot fuck session twice a night, I could tell that there was still something missing. We always had good sex and she claimed she was getting enough but I could tell something was
Sure, Mr. Jones, I’d be happy to tell what I know. I don’t want anything to stand between me and graduating. All of this happened this academic year. I was in Miss Presley’s honors English class, and for reasons I couldn’t figure out at the time, I seemed to be her pet. She was always
Sunday at home was cold, rainy and of course, boring. There was nothing to do except laying on the couch close to the fire and try to get a nice enjoyable movie. But getting a good movie was just impossible. My sweet Ana came downstairs. As it was nicely warm inside the house, my sensual
I pulled into the driveway about 10:30 in the morning, all ready working on what excuse I could give my Mom. I had told her I would be home last night, but spent the night in a motel room, alone, after totally washing out with a very lovely waitress. Summer was almost over, and I
Greg lay on the hard tile floor, being ever so careful as he wrote his words of love. He had thought of them last night as he was being viciously ass-raped by Luke, the huge black man that was one of his masters. His ass was still sore from it; the thought of it made