I grabbed her blonde locks dragging her kicking the rest of the way.Their bedroom was a sickly Barbie pink, in keeping with the tight waist bitch I fl...ung on her fluffy pink bed. She was panting heavily her eyes wide, her pale skin pimply with nerves. I still had the rubber length in my hand. Waving it in front of her face I teased. "First I'm going to lick you bitch, and then we'll see you ride this monster." She squealed her green eyes welling up as she shook her head in defiance.Her skirt. That evening Margaret and I kept glancing at each other over dinner. So much so that Janet asked me what the private joke was. Her mother told her I slipped over in the kitchen earlier and did the splits.When Janet and I went to bed and I just laid awake thinking about her mother and it got me hard again. I eventually fell asleep.At about 2.30 the following morning I woke up as I could hear someone talking. Janet was still fast asleep, so I slid out of bed and went to the kitchen. Margaret was. Kyaa adaa se baal snvaare the doston unake boobs to jaise kayaamat lag rahe the. Unhone chunnee naheen ḍaalee theevo baahar rakhee huii thee mere baajoo men. Main to jaise kho hee gayaa thaa tabhee unhone apanaa haath meree taraf baḍhaayaa aur maine use pakad liyaa. Unhone mujhe pyaar se gaal par chaaṭaa maaraa aur kahaa buddhoo chunanee maang rahee hoon. Meraa cheharaa laal ho gayaa aur main paanee paanee ho gayaa maine unakee taraf dekhaa to unhone mujhe aankh maaree aur kahaa kee chalo. I would save the paper if there were no cum or precum stains on it.Soon after I had moved into my own room I met my current wife Tina. I didn't tell her about my fetish because I thought it would be too weird and turn her off. One day though she found my stack of saved newspapers in my closet. She said that most men hide porn magazines in their closet, not newspapers, and she left it at that.A few days later she came over in the morning before class for a little make out session. I had just.