None of this mattered to my typical-male raging hormones but outlets for their expression were limited. My early experiments were fueled by clandestin...e glimpses of Playboy at a neighbor's house; later, by the tight jeans and swelling breasts of my prettier classmates. So on and so forth, until I was married and free to indulge as newlyweds often do, for a while.Backing up a bit, there were the inevitable curiosities about what other guys did to relieve pressing urges. One semester at college I. There's no way..no way in Hell she went all the way to the grocery store parking lot and fucked and drove back that fast. She came flying up the drive and into the garage. I head her yelling I'm back I'm back...as soon as she ran into the den she looked at the grand father clock and said YAAAA ...I have five minutes to spare..I could have gotten fucked twice..she said laughing . OK , I said you are back in time but you have to proove you have really been fucked and cum in. She yanked down her. Physically comparing me to her husband? Why would she take so much time and care I wondered? This went on for weeks and she became bolder with her actions. That summer morning I woke to sounds coming from the kitchen. I pulled myself from my bed and towards the sounds knowing that breakfast would soon be ready. I wore nothing more than sweat pants and the erection I awoke with had eased slightly. I had to behave myself and would be embarrassed if my step mother saw me like that. When I entered. She was busy looking in the local video store for something to watch late at night. When she looked up, she gazed into golden brown eyes that stared back into her green ones. She had seen him shopping in here before but never so close-up. On many of those occasions she would have had an imaginary conversation with him, but this time she was at a loss for words. Their casual glance at each other turned into locked eye contact. “Hi,” was all she could think of to say. “Hallo,” he replied, with a.