Then i acted innocent and started asking questions regarding sex. Then i told her about what sexting is. This is one of our conversations: (its unedit...ed, so there will be spelling mistakes) Jessy- Oh, is your cock hard?Are you playing with your cock? Are you hard?Me-Yes very much.Its a lot hotter.Can you help?Jessy-Are you gonna ask about my pussy? You wanna know if I’m wet?Me-My cock likes its when you talk like that.Jesyy-Wanna know if it’s sticky?Me-Yes tell me how is your pussy now.Insert a. ‘It’s like I told yea when we was youngins’, you have to capture your own, that’s just how it is, fair or not.’ He recast his line back into the water and I turned away not wanting to see the crowd forming at the end of his line. It just wasn’t fair! Some things in life just never changed. Some of us are winners, while others are losers. I’d been cast in the second place of that line-up and I wasn’t all that happy to be there. I took a short drag from my cigarette and blew the smoke-out of my. Yeahhhhh, ohyeah. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me harder!"I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life than the flushed faceof my wife in the throes of sexual ecstasy. 'Glow' just doesn't do heraura justice. Her sparkling emerald eyes are glazed, out-of-focus, yetglimmer with the intensity of her excitation. Moans and shrieks ofundisguised lust emit from her plush, parted lips. Her chest heaves,thrusting her firm, full, jiggling breasts up and down. Her pussy seems toinhale the huge cock, then. Leaning forward while still a good distance from the hamper, as if that would help, Sarah reached out and yanked off the lid, raising the bottle even higher to strike, the liquid within sloshing around so it was unsteady in her grasp. The bottle flashed down on a little ball of black fur, thumping into it with a satisfying dunk. She shrieked as she made contact, and she felt herself pass, her awkward half-leaning over half bending forward pose with her ankles braced far apart leaving her.