I arrived home, walking oddly due to the unusual weight in my briefs. My wife met me at the door, frowning. “You’ve been playing again, haven’t you? Let’s see it this time,” she commanded. I moved from the exposed doorway to our living room and took my accustomed place against the display wall. As she
I got home from work that evening completely bushed. It had been one of those days – nothing goes right for you and you just feel like hitting the nearest person to you (know the feeling?). I stripped off my work clothes and put on a comfortable pair of shorts and went into the kitchen
Billy was ready for tonight. He had been ready for as long as he’d been going out with Leslie. He was sure tonight was the night that she was finally going to let him fuck her. And was he ever ready. Sure, she had given him a hand job here and there, and she had