As I continued my recitation I all but sprinted down the hallway to the bedroom. I flopped on my back on the bed, one hand opening my slacks and divin...g under my panties."Mmmm, you'd like him fucking you Betty. He dropped me on the bed and fell right on top of me without losing a stroke. He hooked his toes under the foot rail and proceeded to pound the hell out of me." My slacks slid down my hips and my fingers plunged inside of my pussy. "Think of him fucking me, then suddenly switching and. It throbbed along in time with the wild beating of his heart.His Mother's ass and vagina could not compare quality-wise with the younger women Jack had seen in the movies and magazines. But she had an immediacy, if only second-hand, that Jack could not believe. Her ass was larger than any butt those models had, and her vagina seemed larger somehow, in a way that Jack could not comprehend. Jack could sense a tension in the room, that he did not understand. He knew they were, "having sex", but. .. I'd need specific clothing for most other colors. Greenand blue wouldn't really fit to my red shirt, a clear coat was boring, andone of those brown or bronze polishes was nothing but eww. I always likedthe pink, shimmering colors, seemingly close to the natural nail-color,but really more like the glittering interior of a sea shell. I wonder whatthe name was... Coral? Pearl? Probably something even fancier. I'd probablyunderstand it one day, but for now I still had my guy perspective. “Do you trust me?” I ask giving him a little smirk. I remove my silk scarf from around my neck and I gently place it across his eyes tying it behind his head. “Oh!” he exclaimed, “I love being blindfolded, it gets me so hot” I take him by the hand and lead him down to the water’s edge; he can’t see a thing, only wondering what I have in store for us. I remove the scarf from his eyes. “What am I looking for, baby?” he asks. He can’t see yet because his eyes have not yet fully adjusted to the.