This time it is me who groans loudly. Oh god, it actually feels amazing. “Tell me what I am doing to you,” you demand. “Fucking my ass,” I rep...ly, my voice cracking. “Fucking me with your hard cock. You’re taking my cherry.” “Fuuuck,” you respond as your thrusts become more frenzied. They are no longer rhythmic – they are powerful, passionate and desperate. I can sense how badly you want to cum in my ass. Your hand goes round my waist and goes between my pussy lips. You feel for my clit and. He used the tip of his tongue and tasted me. “Mm” he said, “You taste, delicious”. Then his mouth, was on my pussy, sucking my clit hard, his tongue darting into me, hungrily he guzzled. “Holy fuck” I cried out, as my hands found his head and held him firmly in place. I wouldn’t allow him to stop now, I could feel the familiar twitching inside of me, and began to cum hard into his mouth, my juices soaking him. By now I was moving his head, helping him to extend my pleasure.. Daunti ***** On The Road Again An Exercise in Middle Aged Fantasy Tim had been driving alone for nearly six hours. He’d stopped for gas and a cup of coffee about thirty minutes ago, but as usual his mind tended to wander when there wasn’t anyone around. Three A.M. on a Friday morning, forty miles south of Kingsville, Texas on highway 77 south. Why am I here? I’m here because I’m headed home from a meeting in Austin. I could have stayed over but if I get home now I’ll have all day today off. There was an aroma I couldn't quite identify. It had to be the scent of "girl". Whatever it was I liked it and it made my cock throb more.It must have been the intoxication of the smell that shut off my normal mental reasoning processes because all I could think of was releasing my constrained cock. I didn't just open my pants but I pulled them down with my undershorts and still felt constricted so I took them completely off. My shirt hung too low in front of my cock so I took it off too. I was.