...or dicks.....wooden hard dicks....Oh...little me....and dicks.....your playing got intense......you would like that, would you not? What would you ...like to see then?I smiled, pulled the blanket of me. I would like to let you see my wooden hard dick...how horny I was, while you gets handled out in the woods....I removed your hand......I would......I grabbed my own dick...I would jerk of, while you looked....Yes...you took a deep breath....you get handled by some woodmens dicks, and I jerk of. Paul had secretly wished for the day Denise turned eighteen and went off to college. Then he could have time alone with his wife, unencumbered by the constant tension. He had missed his own opportunity for college. He and Bonnie dated in high school and she got pregnant in the fall of their senior year. At eighteen they had little Denise so Paul got busy trying to make a living. Bonnie had gone back to school, but for him it never worked out.When the conversation turned to college, Paul was. You want me. This thought races through your head as a single and unchanging truth. Your body is screaming at you, begging you for what it craves. You turn your head, catching my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. As you pull away I look into your eyes, clouded with desire and telling me what you want. You twist your body slightly, shifting and seeming to float back to lay down on the couch while at the same time pulling me over the back rest and down onto your body. You are just now noticing. .” Tom moans as she fills him with her fingers. “I think I’m going come already,” he gasps.Casey doesn’t miss a beat. If anything, she speeds up, her fingers fucking his asshole with the same reckless abandon that she sucks away at his throbbing cock. Tom is moments from eruption when her fingers slips from his asshole and the warm embrace of her mouth disappears from his cock. It shines in the light of the bedroom, throbbing and pulsing with each beat of his heart, aching for release.“Not yet,.