"Hi, hon." She almost vomited from calling him that."Hey, babe," he said.She was angry he was allowed to call her that and found herself resisting the... urge to back off as he hugged her, then kissed her cheek."What's all this?" He looked more content now, seeing her make an effort."Dinner; come sit here," she took the box from the table. "I picked you something up." Really? You shouldn't have..." He took the cologne from her, then his eyes scrunched before he faked a smile and gratitude.. Desperate to feel it, to experience it, despite the ravished state he was in he began to push back against her, weakly at first but soon growing in confidence and strength.Lucille couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at her lover and master, his tiny hole stretched wide to welcome her throbbing cock, no longer suffering, or merely enduring but actively taking part in his lewd loss of virginity.Finally, Lucille pulled out, the sudden absence of her cock a bizarrely foreign sensation to. You’ve got to be kidding me, I thought. Is my bro really about to lay the moves on his girl in the bathhouse? What a fucking creep. A part of me hoped somebody else would come in here and whip his tail, or both of their tails, to be honest; I kinda had a thing for that.“What about John?” she asked.Oh fuck. I think I came a little extra just by hearing her say my name.“He’s still showering. He was in there when I was leaving,” my brother affirmed Amalie. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking bad.”This. But I always enjoyed watching the young girls at my wife work get all drunken up and start make fools of them. The night started out slow, my wife was in a tight fitting dress and she was sure to show me that she was wearing nothing underneath. My cock was so hard for the first few hours. Between seeing her before and watching the 2 young girls that worked the front desk at her office in their very short dress dance around and enjoy themselves. It wasn’t long before Carrie made her way over to.