Sara smiled at me holding out her hand. I took her hand, feeling my cock grow in my pants.As soon as we hit Sara’s bedroom she closed the door grabb...ing me tight. She shoved her tongue into my mouth. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do this all week.”We quickly stripped our clothes off meeting naked on the bed. “What I really wanted to do was this.” Sara climbed on top of me engulfing my cock into her wet pussy. Sara was riding me hard while I squeezed her tits.“God, I love the way your cock feels inside. The bride was an eighteen-year-old high school graduate, the virgin the groom ensured. Everyone except us thought the bride too young with the groom kidded about robbing the cradle. I had no qualms of being too young even though I still thought of myself as a girl, not a woman. My fiancé was the responsible ones in our households. I would be the good wife and he the good husband.We married "In the church", meaning a Catholic wedding and a happy mother. This required my’ non-Catholic fiancé, to. On a whim she opened the door that led to Paul’s bedroom, allowing some light from the bathroom to shine on the bed and looked at him sleeping. His upper torso was naked and what she could see of it was muscular and looked rather appealing to her. She felt an urge and acting on instinct she stepped into Paul’s bedroom, loosened the belt on her bathrobe and let it drop to the floor. She walked to the bed and lay down in front of him with her ass pressed up against his flaccid cock. Suddenly he. He was VERY handsome, and extremely interesting. She had seen what he did to Carol this morning, and it had, to a small extent, surprised her. Carol, in most cases, was nearly insatiable, but he had worn her to a frazzle. She hadn't seen Carol in that condition in a LONG time. Thinking about it made her giggle.She had to slam on her brakes to keep from driving past her turn-off. She made her last turn, down the gravel road that went past Billy and Cathy's farm. She turned in at their gate and.