“Randy!”“Oooooooooooh!” Stephanie played along. “Do it again do it again!”“Randy Randy Randy!”Stephanie faked an orgasm in her chair. ...“Ok ok stop it, I can take it anymore!”“You guys are real funny. Randy doesn’t have a problem with how much I wanna fuck his brains out all day every day for the rest of our life, do you Randy?”“The day I have a problem with that will be the day hell freezes over,” I said.“And that’s why I love you,” Rita said as she pulled me in for a kiss. “There’s nothing. My wife also finished early and went for her bath and trimmed her pussy with her razor. She had 2 glasses with her one looked empty the other was full of wine. I put her panties in the basket but they were not wet but I loved to smell them anyway. She summoned me back and asked me, “Are you excited about tonight?” ”Yes” I replied, nervously. She was playing with her pussy and demanded me to “Wank” in front of her as she wanted me to cum so I would last longer later on that night. She. * The beach was not crowded this morning. There is something about the beach that really gets my testosterone flowing. It is most likely due with the fact that I lost my virginity as a teenager on a beach. (See link below for that story) Patricia spread our beach blanket on the hot sand. She was wearing my favorite neon yellow bikini. Her top barely covered her B-cup sized perky breasts. I could make out the small patch of hair that I had manicured earlier in the morning hiding beneath the. And, here I sat, one week before one of our biggest gigs, watching it disintegrating. And, it was all my fault.My name is Sara. Sara Keeling. I'm the keyboard player, and the lyricist. We call ourselves One Night Stand, a fitting name for a band, especially one that has three guys and three girls in it. We're all sophomores here at the University of Massachusetts, and the band got together right at the beginning of freshman year.We started with five people. My best friend Amanda Wilson, she's.