I went out to the kitchen to get some items for our insertion play. When I came back there was Sarah running the taped handle of the bat through her l...abia and teasing her clit.“Not yet,” I said. “Yes Sir,” she replied. We began our play with a large cucumber, moving on to various bottles, inserting both the neck and then the bottom end. Sarah loved the hard, cold smoothness of the glass and the girth of the bottle stretching her. With a Corona bottle bottom inserted in her hot wet hole, she. We have a winner. I slam deep into him one last time as my cock spews load after load of hot sticky cum right up his slutty boy pussy. As the orgasm fades and my cock softens, I pull out of him. My cum dribbles out and slides down his ballsack. He moves to pull his pants up, but I grab them mid-pull and get on my knees. I'm face to face with the hole I've just bred. A hole which isn't my boyfriends. Like a man posessed, I stick my tongue out and dive deep into this lads boy cunt, lapping up the. Mum doesn’t trust anyone to do anything else.” She smiled at him. “It seems you must also learn some more life skills, while you are here,” then winked. KG felt his tummy do a summersault. “Right! Pub time Ken, do you fancy a pint?” She led him across the back garden, then down a short wooded slope, to a discreet stile that brought them on to the road, very close to the village. A few minutes later they got to the Bewicke Arms. Amelie had actually booked them a table, and after getting drinks. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish. I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I dont really want him as a sexual partner. I dont know why I tried to screw him. I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I dont want to. Isnt.