Taking another man’s cock up your ass, licking a creampie from Jessie or Shannon, cleaning up Mickey’s butt-crack orally, or getting pegged by the... woman of your choice? Assuming that they’re all cool with it, that is.“Well, dear? You deserve a fantastic reward that would suit your desires, kinks, and the fact that you’re a little sore down there to fuck anyone again for a while. Or is there some other treat that you’d rather enjoy, honey buns?” Erica coaxed her husband with a tone of voice that. One fine day, a saturday, as usual i reached vasai at 3. 00 p. M. And rang the door bell. My mil opened the door with her hair fully open and the saree tilted and in a crushed position as she has this habit of sleeping in the after noon after lunch. She was wearing an offwhite colour blouse and a keralian type kasav sari. I was left agape by seeing here huge boobs bulging out of the blouse with a couple of hooks open and saree very much below the navel button (just above her pussy). My cock. But the crying I did after the separation must have gone a far way filling up that hole. Yeah, that separation made me a real danger on the road, and as I told you, crying and me found us a real tight relation those years.I'd read all those macho stories on the net and at times I felt the allure of them too, loading that gun and blowing the bitch and her new man out of their shoes and life's. But hell, we had two kids together and she was still a better mom than me. I wasn't the mothering type,. Elizabeth was deaf to the oaths and casual crudities but appreciated that she now seldom drew leering or appraising looks with the dark blue jacket buttoned over her slender torso. She tied her long hair back as the men did and avoided the gaze of hungry eyes. She also tried to push away daydreams or reminiscences, the colorful fantasies which everyone had told her since she was a child would some day be her downfall. Somehow that knight on the huge warhorse had followed her to sea and his.