I fought the urge to kneel, to slip off the bed onto the floor and take him in my mouth. The urge to run my hands up the back of his thighs, over his ...buttocks, while I kissed around his groin. The urge to plant kisses along his shaft from base to head, to play with him, wetting him, before taking him, swallowing him whole.How long had it been since I gave a guy a hand job? I did it so often in high school. I remember the first time my boyfriend (of the time) opened his pants. We had been. This morning you and your wife Debby were fought again for a stupid thing, and you left the house enraged. Since then, you haven't received yet any text or calls from her, and that's kinda strange, since you ever recieve at least two messages before lunch. You feel responsable of the fight since the issue of the fight was meaningless.You start remember all what happened yesterday: you come to bed late after watching the game. You see her in her nightie, and you suddenly feel aroused. Having a. Then closing her soft red lips, Lesley began sliding her fingers in and out. This brought a loud groan from the young man, and Steve felt his knees quivering with weakness as he knew his climax was swiftly approaching. Held firmly in the vise-like grip of her boyfriend, it was virtually impossible for Lisa to break loose from him. Almost bent double, the only part of her body she still managed to control was her lower torso, which in spite of being impaled upon that monstrous shaft of. Well, technically, two problems.Three, if you counted her boyfriend.Steve was a manipulative, self-centered, womanizing creep. So, okay, she couldn't exactly prove the "womanizing" part, but she sure as hell suspected it. It wouldn't be hard, what with him photographing those made-up little tramps all the time. And after everything she had done for him!Chastity took a deep breath and adjusted her seat belt again over her other two problems... her recently enhanced breasts. She knew it had been.