”“I feel the same way. I hope this never changes between us.”“Mom was right though. You’ll meet someone special one day, and she will love y...ou too.”“Then she will have to love you and Mom, the way we love each other, or she’ll get cut out.”“LOOK - Gaby is standing in her doorway naked, waiting for us.”“Damn, Rachel. Look at that tall, sexy, long-legged girl waiting for us to fuck her.”“Remember, we have to take her back to Mom. We’ll still get your cock in her pussy, mark my word.“Hey, Gaby.. That feel. Yup. There it is. I’m hard and it feels . . . okay. It’s a base stimulus response in the same way that putting a quarter in a slots of my youth caused the screen of my brain to light up and flicker with candy-colored pixels for three minutes. It is nothing compared to the art that is the erection I get in the act of loving and fucking my woman. When she teases me, when she flaunts before me, when she is simply there naked, or half naked, or fully clothed, posing deliberately or. Peter is very eager. He hardly can wait. He pulls my panties down when I am halfway the stairs and bends my upper body over our big bed. He immediately enters me with his hard-on. Without any preparation or lubrication. It's hot. It hurts as hell!... I don't yell... I am shy... I am so dry and tight there... He can't keep his load in his balls for long. In a minute or so he comes inside my arse for our first ever time. And last time, for many months! As I confess to him, after three days, that. She listened to the cacophony of car alarms blaring up and down the street. It was actually only three of four alarms, but it was a cacophony to her."I swear I have my thumb on 911 right now!" she cried. A lie; she wasn't sure she could even remember her four digit pin right now; she hadn't yet activated the thumbprint reader and had changed her pass-code from the simple 1-2-3-4 she had used with her Android.Her heart was beating so effing hard. She thought she had peed her panties a little bit.