I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to m...eet someone that will make them lose all control of their inhibitions. The woman that I see is waiting for me. These are the stories that make up my life. Not my life at home with my wife, but my life as a nightmare for husbands and boyfriends everywhere. This particular story starts out innocent enough, deep in the heart of Texas. I never had much. I realized then that I was falling in love with his cock. Hon would you fuck me again? I sure will, John rolled over and in his beautiful cock went. We fucked for what seem like and hour I came four times and then he once again let go, god I love warm cum. We were both getting pretty drunk cum and vodka is great and I admit I dont know when to stop. It was about midnight, we were still up when we heard footsteps on the boat. What was that I asked, I dont know let me go see, John got up and put. As soon as that door closed I went in a sat on her bed an pulled out my hard cock as I picked them up noticing a brown pubic hair in the middle of the crotch as they felt really wet from her juices , my cock in hand as I jerked it slowly as I brought them up to my nose and smelt her heavenly musky scent . It smelled just like her pussy as I laid across her bed jacking my hard cock when my Stepmother walked into the room with some towels . She gasped at the sight of me with my gym shorts down. I’ve even sent my 3 kittens to stay with friends, it doesn’t happen often but when it does, being single, you have to almost isolate....” As Sarah spoke and reality dawned on her, here she was, in full heat, with a male, who no one knew about, who was new ...to everything. Subconsciously she curled her tail around, over her back, stroking his neck and cheek with the tip, he shivered with excitement. She came in close, thankfully he had a tidy beard and a little hair, naked human skin is a.