Even though its more than 20 years ago it still seems like yesterday tomeI can only blame myself for agreeing and Shirley my sister for askingand of c...ourse lets not forget the lovely Emma for landing me in itRight up to my neck and probably way, way higher than thatI'm not sure if it's a shooting offence but then again if I had a gun Iwould most probably have shot the beautiful pair of themAlways a sucker for a pretty faceAs it turned out that face was mine, interested? Then dear reader. I had a regular girlfriend for dates and such but she couldn’t compare with Cunnie in bed, possibly because she hadn’t fucked a fraction that the housewife had. This somewhat older married hottie loved to talk about her adventures as we screwed to get me up again. I knew that on Saturday’s I might be getting seconds or even thirds and/or lubing her up for some other guy. Didn’t matter to me. Her pussy was always the finest place to put my dick.Early on I asked her why she was fucking me since. Though, where she had expected short, slightly thinning hair was a thick mass of dark hair waving subtly down to his ears. It was mussed, as if nervous hands had been running through it. His eyes were a piercing gray, clouded with so many emotions that Sandra could not name them all.He reached out one wide-palmed hand to cup her cheek, and her breath fluttered against his wrist. "Sandra?" he asked, his rich voice even more so in person, vanishing the bones from her knees.She could only nod. His. I had already moved the chairs from one side of the small, sturdy country style kitchen table. He then had me sit on the edge of the table and lay back. My panties were at my knees, and my dick was pointing at the ceiling. He then had me slide myself to where my ass was just off the edge of the table. My cock was super hard! He had me lift up my legs bent at the knees, then he pulled my panties around my ankles and spread my knees wide apart, making my panties stretch between my ankles. I was.