Jim just stayed on my lap, looking at my huge breasts hanging in front of his face.
He then smiled up at me and said, Damn, Abi, this was so much better than I realized it would be, and I’m afraid that it was arousing for me.
He quickly settles in, placing his headset on and fastening his seatbelt.
There are other tasks that he is getting completed and I turn my attention back to the two of you.
The woman that I see is waiting for me.
These are the stories that make up my life.
Not my life at home with my wife, but my life as a nightmare for husbands and boyfriends everywhere.
Have you ever had a single, innocuous sentence spoken that forever changed your life? I spoke such a sentence two years ago when I asked Michelle, Honey would you mind reading this?I’m referring to that New Year’s Day a little over two years ago when my first story on Lush, 'The Night I Shared my Wife' had just been published.
She trembled and moaned as we wrestled in the throes of our shared love.
We were covered in a sheen of lust of our own making when we both finally chose to cuddle in one others arms and we fell asleep in a lovers coma.
I cum all over his belly, coating his balls and thighs with my juices as I feel his softening dick slide out of my gaping butthole and know that I have to wait another three or four days until I can get satisfaction again.
Part secretary, part housemother, and part friend with benefits.
Three years earlier, my partner had fallen hard for his new secretary and had trashed his marriage over a little slutty gold-digger he had hired.
The six-inch erection jutting from his crotch was barely half the thickness of mine. In a flash Ann was on her hands and knees, waggling her fleshy white bum at me before pressing her quim to David’s mouth.
As he sat behind his desk, he tried to concentrate on the tests that he was grading, and not the student who sat at her desk in front of him crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving him a flash of her pale blue panties under her short skirt each time she would uncross her legs.
Above the elbow black opera gloves adorned her beautifully sculpted arms.
Her ample bust was at eye level and I forced myself to look up at her face instead.