It was so satisfying to him because she had the flirtatious sounds of her naughty daughter Dolly down pat and she even helped out the fantasy by using... the girl's favorite perfume to fill his obsessed nostrils with Dolly's nymphet scent driving him into a concerted frenzy of relentless humping like one would expect to find only in the rawest of sexually oriented novels.The professor had no other choice than to offer marriage to Mrs. G because she dangled the possibility of her pretty daughter. After time and some good communication with him, he realized I was never able to explore my sexuality because we started dating while still in high school. It was decided that if I was interested in fucking someone who also wanted me, that I able to hook up with that cock and enjoy something new. Amazingly, this aspect of our relationship made us stronger. I knew right after that I would never leave him.So I started off slow with some girlfriends having an orgy together and filming it. Once I. Soon we were both spending. My head was on her shoulder, my prick oozing its last drop of sperm, when she clutched me violently with a stare of terror in her face. it scared me. "It is he, it's he!" she said in a screaming whisper, "oh! my God !" Tramp,--tramp, went a heavy male step in the shrubbery. "Oh! my God, I know his step!" My prick flopped down, her petticoats dropped, but we stood close against the wall breathless. Tramp, — tramp, nearer, nearer it came, it passed the door, and died. Ryan's bodyjerked at the impact, but he made no sound. Another whack, in the exact sameplace. I winced in sympathy as Ryan went rigid. Still no sound. A third whack,in the same place. Ryan's head shot up, and I was sure his knuckles were turningwhite as he gripped the desk. But he still didn't cry out. To my relief, George abandoned that spot and the next seven blows made theirway down from Ryan's lower back to the tops of his thighs. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Halfway.