Skip was a young lover, I loved the sex with him, but he still wasn't my son. I wouldn't have passed up Skip but no comparison with my Doug. I just wi...shed I had had Doug when he was a lot younger. I realize now that my Doug and his wife are like me and my daddy, sport fuckers. I think John will become one very soon. He may already be one in spirit. Dawn will help him in that very soon. She is my kind of girl.Diary, I will do anything my son wants me to do, fuck him, his friends, whatever. He is. Her body began convulsing much like I’m hoping for our “Perfect Storm” invention and I just kept pumping until the syrup just blew out of me like a jet catapulting from a carrier deck! I pumped seed into her rectum until there was nothing left to pump, push or dribble. We were spent. We fell asleep spooned and stayed that way for about a half hour, my limp dick still partly inside Rosalind’s bottom and my hands cupping her perfect breasts. Rosalind awoke just ahead of me and in a voice that was. Apparently her husband only wants to have sex in missionary whereas she likes to do different things.''Oh great now she thinks I'm a pervert....' he replied disappointedly. We carried on with our chores.The next day Zahra came over again. She was wearing a full length skirt that accentuated her hip to waist ratio and a buttoned up blouse. Immediately I could see that my husband was cringing thinking of our conversation the day before. He was thinking, 'what does she think of me now?' As we. ’ He said. He slipped his finger inside her pussy and after he trusted in an out a few times he apparently decided she was ready for his cock. He crawled on top of her, put his tip against her hole and slowly entered her. She could feel him sliding deeper and deeper until his cock filled up her entire pussy. He let out a satisfied moan. ‘Now that feels good, sweetheart, you can’t deny that feels good.’ She shook her head again. ‘Don’t be such a downer.’ He said. ‘You’re ruining my.