I giggle and whisper that we should take this somewhere less public. I grab your hand and lead you up the stairs in the dark. As we reach the top step... a key turns in the lock and I push you towards my front door as the lights in the hall flicker on. I push you inside and shut the door after us, less quietly this time."So," I say, "this is my flat". There are no lights on except for the strip showing under the front door and it's difficult for you to see where you're going. I steer you to the. I watched her grab his balls. Then her fingers began kneading them. “By the feel of it, you've still got lots of spunk in there, and I want it.”Her eyes sparkled like emeralds while she continued squeezing his crown jewels. Dean moved his hips forward but Mum raised a finger to stop him. "Can you feel the dildo rubbing against your hard cock?"He nodded. "Uh-uh... why?" I want you there, Mr Daniels!" Her smile was simultaneously knowing, hungry and feral.Dean blinked. His brain must have. “Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Alison. “I think you’re definitely ready for a ‘dinky dick’ in there, Claire,” she giggled. “That’s one good thing about not being eight-and-a-half inches, Brad: more girls are gonna let you fuck their ass!”Alison watched, still drooling her natural lube into Claire’s ass-crack, as Brad’s not-very-large dickhead nudged slowly into the blond girl’s shithole. Claire’s fuck-talk had stopped, as she bit her lip in concentration. But Brad was very gentle, letting Claire’s ass. ” Jonah teased. I shrugged, making my big breasts bounce, which my husband stared at. I chuckled, and walked forwards to kiss him, while he held my body close to him.“I love you.” I murmured, and Jonah said it back.———Four hours later, at about 12 in the morning, I walked across the street with a tray of cookies seran-wrapped. I tucked some of my dark hair behind my ear and knocked. When the door opened, my breath hitched a little. The guy was probably about seventeen, with short hair, very.