He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, making faces and sticking his tongue out at himself. “I hate my face.” He said. He could hear her in the bedroom, putting away laundry from the sound of it. “I hate my face!” He said, louder this time so she would hear his complaint. She
Sarah crawled on her hands and knees across my queen sized bed. As she firmly nestled one of her knees against my pussy and lowered her generous breasts to mine and began stroking her nipples back and forth across mine she smiled and said, “How come I have to do all the work?” “Because it’s
I have to admit it; she was just what I wanted, my dream girl, my jerk-off fantasy. I could hardly believe it. But there she was in her tiny plaid skirt and tight white shirt, her half bra showing through, her pink nipples jutting and stretching the thin cloth and even a plaid ribbon holding
My wife, Belinda and I were married in 1996 and from the beginning I realized her appetite for men and what they could give her was not going to end with me marrying her. I knew this before proposing to her because she had previously dated my roommate and I had been subjected to the