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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The room was illuminated only by the glow of the city. We walked in, both a little tipsy. It had been a great evening, an amazing dinner at one of the nicest places in town, dancing, and a walk along the riverfront. On the way back, we’d stopped and shared a bottle of wine and talked until closing. On the walk back to the hotel, arm in arm, enjoying the feel of each other, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. That silky hair, those beautiful eyes, and a smile that defined perfection. I couldn’t believe that she was holding my arm, leaning on me, looking up with something I couldn’t begin to describe. As soon as the door closed, I couldn’t resist taking her into my arms, and pulling her close. The feel of her…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The Dream As my eyes closed, amidst the scent of sweat and sex emanating from the four naked spunk and love juice covered bodies on the bed, including my own, another gentle odour wafted into my nostrils and stirred my mind into yet more sexual thoughts. Recognising the lovely scent of Eternity I snuggled my head closer into Adele’s neck so as to inhale even more of her sensual perfume. Adele’s skin was soft and welcoming to the touch and I allowed my hand to stray over her body to cup her breast. Adele made no move and the gentle heaving of her bosom told me that she was already asleep. Snuggling even deeper into her neck I began to allow my thoughts to remember the various sex acts that had just taken place on the large…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Dinner was over, thank goodness. It had been for about 30 minutes, which is just about the minimum amount of time you had to socialize afterwards before you could excuse yourself without drawing any attention to yourself. Conventions were nice for a variety of reasons. In the first place, they got me out of town for a few days. Second, I could always spend some time in the hotel room away from the regular pressures of day-to-day life and just detour from things in general. And, I got to see some old and new faces, good or bad they were at least different from the regular crowd at the high school. I’ve only been teaching high school math for 2 years but already was starting to settle into a routine and had discovered which conversations to include…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Thinking back on it now, it all happened so slowly over a long period of time, probably three years, maybe longer. My mother had me out of wedlock when she was 16 and in 1953 that was the kind of thing that made so called decent people turn away from you when they passed you on the street. Even though my mom had been raped by her high school principal, it didn’t matter. Sure he lost his job. He didn’t go to jail though and the prevailing thought in her small hometown was that my mom had been the guilty party, leading the poor man on until he had no choice but to take her virginity in the boiler room of the school basement after her final performance in the junior class play. Six weeks later when…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Part I Tom Clark slapped his belly as he looked at himself in the mirror. Rather than the flab he gotten used to over the years, his flat hand met real muscle, and like they said on those old cereal commercials, he no longer pinched more than inch on his waist. It was true that at the age of 47, Tom was in the best shape of his life, and it was all thanks to his daughter, Brin. After a scare with his heart – which had turned out to be nothing more than anxiety and extra pepperoni with one or two beers over the limit – she’d insisted that he start working out and running with her. Brin had been a helluva high school basketball player, and she worked part-time at her university’s wellness center as…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Editor’s Note: story contains Gay Male themes. * “What a delicious dinner. The cook must be given accolades. I believe, if I’m not mistaken that would be you, Ms. Kathy.” The Reverend Father Carl Curtis gave Kathy Fergus a benevolent look where she was sitting at one end of the dining room table in the Fergus’s Mobile, Alabama, house, a Victorian cottage on one of the best streets in the historical district. Kathy Fergus wasn’t a member of his parish—she wasn’t even a Catholic—but her newly married husband, Sam, sitting at the other end of the table from her was, and Kathy had fussed over this meal. Kathy was a fusser, and Father Curtis, a rather dapper and handsome man in his early forties, who also was somewhat of a fusser, was playing court to her. He…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 There is no comparison in the way this day began and the way it ended up. In fact, this day changed my entire life as well as the lives of most of the rest of my family. I’m sure most would say all was progressing quite innocently up until the time when I went into the bathroom where my mother was taking her Sunday morning bubble bath. I was after a towel since the other bathroom had run out of its supply. That was a common occurrence when my sister, Sissy, happened to take a bath before me. Admittedly, she has beautiful long blonde hair, but it takes three, sometimes four, towels to get it dry enough to suit her. Barging in on Mom while she was soaking in her bubble bath was not a shocking event…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Lara leaned on the windowsill staring out into the night. It was hot. Hotter then it had been in a very long time, and there was only the hint of a breeze to stir the white lace curtains that covered the windows. A full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the landscape in a subtle glow, and she could see her surroundings quite well. It was almost midnight, and she knew he would be there soon, the thought giving rise to an even higher level of anticipation within her. The night had dragged out for what seemed like forever as she waited for her lover. She had been too long without the feel of him close to her. The lights of a car appeared around the corner and made their way to her gate, stopping in…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I feel your hand, caress my leg, and I moan from the pleasure. Your hand continues its ascent up until it whispers across my ass, and then I cry out when you remove it completely, only to cry out again as you bring your hand back down to slap my ass. I turn to look at you, and when only moments before I couldn’t even comprehend moving, I’m now aching to feel your dick inside of me again. “You really are an insatiable bitch, aren’t you?” Erin asks as she slides off the bed. “Maybe I am,” I smile at her, then realize she’s gathering her clothes. “Where are you going?” “You might be used to having your ass kicked all over the bed, but I’m not, I really can’t move. I need a break. Give me…