“You really won’t tell my daddy?” Cindy asked. “Why should I say anything to him?” Sherri responded. She was fresh from the shower, wrapped in a huge towel. She came back to Tommy’s room, and sat in his one chair, crossing her long legs and looking at them. Tommy’s cock was half hard, and Cindy
“No one ever did it to me that way before,” Sherri said the next morning as they ate a late breakfast. “What way; Mom?” he asked. “Back there,” she said, shyly. “You know where.” “Why don’t you just say in your ass and get it over with, Mom?” “I don’t use such language,” she said,
When Frank called, she put him off. She knew he was hurt and puzzled when she broke their date for that evening, but she couldn’t help it. Her thoughts were jumbled, and although she was very much in love with him, she now had something else to think about. All day, Tommy was with her
Sherri couldn’t breathe as she stared at her son’s cock. Her tits seemed to swell in a painful way, her nipples throbbing. They felt long, very hard. Her stomach trembled and her thighs began to shake. Her clit bulged, squeezed between her legs. She felt her cunt clenching, and she couldn’t take her eyes from
“Ahhh, fill me up!” Sherri Maxwell moaned. She was on top of Frank, straddling him with her slender thighs. Using the muscles of her thighs, she lifted and lowered her crotch, sliding her cunt up and down his cock. Her flawless, firm tits swayed gently. “Oh, Sherri!” Frank grunted. “You’re so damned hot!” “Hot for
Camilla had gotten pretty good at touching herself and pretending nothing special was happening. Like in the bathtub when her fingers were slick with soap or when she had an itch close enough to her cunt so that she could let her fingers stray without feeling guilty. But all that sneaky touching was nothing like
“God, Cammy, please let me touch you! My balls are hurting so much I can’t believe it.” Cammy moved her hips back from Ralph’s eager hands. She’d dated him half the summer, but he’d never came on like this before. Maybe the pressure of school starting up was getting to him. Maybe she was getting
Nikki often had difficulty in deciding whether she wanted to fuck the doggy or suck him off, but today she had no hesitation. Planning to fuck the carpenter, and wanting to be hot and horny, she figured that the best way to deal with Enzo’s booming hard-on was with her mouth. Her cunt was well
Nikki Eagletown could hear the sounds of hammering and sawing from the back garden, and knew that the carpenter she had hired was busily at work constructing the dog kennels in which she intended to board dogs while their owners were on vacation. She had already advertised in the newspapers and was eagerly waiting for
In the spring of her sophomore year, Annette Holley was a prime piece of fuckable American womanhood. Her bright blue eyes were highlighted by a shock of long black hair which flowed down her shoulders. A sensuously shaped mouth gave the impression that she was no stranger to cock-sucking. Her ruby lips invited penetration, whether
Donny got up off the bed and put his hand in his mother’s. Nervously, they made their way down the hall to Laurel’s room, both of them trembling with lust, excitement, and the added zest of knowing what they were about to do was considered wrong by almost everyone. “If you’re gonna be a man,”
“Christ, I’m fuckin’ horny!” Laurel Hutton sighed softly, putting her finger suddenly and accurately upon the uneasy tension that had assaulted her all day. Laurel was standing beside the tiny swimming pool which graced her suburban home’s high-fenced, smallish backyard. It was early spring and a little cool to be dressed as she was, in
“Just what did you mean by that?” Mike Peters turned slowly around and faced his wife. He had already opened the door, intending to stalk out, but now he slammed it shut again, and Sandra recoiled from the look of cold anger he was levelling at her. But she continued to stare back at him,
As she waited for her daughter to go to bed, Karen lay on the couch on her stomach. She positioned herself this way so her son could see the swell of her ass and her long thighs. In the middle of the floor, Judy was sprawled on her stomach, reading a book, her feet lifted
Picking up her son’s shorts, Karen pressed them to her face, inhaling his scent. The throb between her thighs brought a soft moan from her lips. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she turned Robbie’s shorts inside out, pressing the crotch against her lips, breathing deeply the scent of his cock and balls