" Forget the mess cutie, I'm not here to inspect yourapartment. May I come in?" Whah? John? Sure, yeah. Come in, please." What did he justsay...? I must be dreaming."It's been a long time Steve. Yer still the same old Stevethough - mind in the clouds!" I'm just tired John. I've had a busy week - seemed morelike a month. What brings you here?" Come on. You can't be serious. Yer k**ding me, right?" I do remember inviting you down for the weekend ... ", hecut me off."Yer damn right. The next day, I got home from work to find Steven over and playing video games with my son. I could feel my brain tingle, my pulse race and my cock twitch and swell. When he saw me, and no one was looking, he gave me a shy, sly smile. I didn’t want to want him so bad and would have never imagined it or made the first move, but now there was no denying the lustful urges he had stirred up in me.When Steven heard that I was going to run to the store, he quickly asked if I could give him a ride. She reached down to pull the skirt up at her sides to get to the side of the thong and pull it down to her knees. She picked up one foot and then the other to step out of them. Janet gestured to the side of the couch and Louise reached over and tossed the panties over to the arm of the couch."Now, lift up your skirt in front and get into place. Do you remember how?"Louise blushed and replied, "Yes, miss."She picked up the skirt and bunched it as she pulled it up until it was wadded around her. ” His huge bulk shifted forward and then back. The prick between us fucked sturdily through my stuffed hole. He started slow. He snorted. “I’m a fucking romantic.”Just get it over with. I wanted to say. I also wanted to touch myself. I did neither.He didn’t fuck slow for very long. After ten or so thrusts he started calling me, “Bitch” and “Cunt.” The words blended together as his prick and his mouth sped up. I had to grab the sink to keep his mass from driving me into the stinking toilet. I.