In fact, this all started during one of those weekends when I invited a guy I had met back to my place. Of course, the clothes came off and it wasn't ...long before he was fucking my ass from behind.Since I had kept my body shaved, starting in college and continuing after, he started calling me a sissy fag as he fucked me. He told me I would be a better girl than a guy. I had one of the best orgasms of my life as pounded me and called me those names. As he fucked me, all I could think about was. The more you look at her, the more you would desire her on your bed, her soft hands with the light pink nail polish that she has, her sweaty body in the summers, her neck from which you can barely keep your toungue away, they all would make you crazy and hard.She had been living in our house for 1 year now, and every evening when she came back from college, I used to stand close to the window, get a look at her and masturbate.One weekend it was raining when she came back from college, she was. He crouches down."I ran into Bob, he asked if we would like to come over for dinner this evening. I declined. I told him you were not feeling well. I didn't think you would want to sit around naked and not able to talk. So, I told him to stop by later and you would blow him." She shakes her head no. Her lips are tight and he can see she is trying not to laugh. "What is so funny? You can't picture lawyer Bob with his khakis around his ankles while you're blowing him."She shakes even more with. Very good. I think I’ve discovered some unused muscles.’ ‘You know the best way to stop sore muscles?’ ‘No.’ Whispering as his head lifted up from the pillow and his mouth took hers in a long gentle kiss. ‘Give them some more exercise!’ Misha gathered her tighter into his body, the soft feel of her breasts, capped by the hard nipples, squished against his chest, his hardness pressed against her pelvis, his leg twinning with hers. The musky scent of last nights sex mingled with her natural.