Her fingers touch the head of your cock just as you dot the last word. You save and spin around, nearly having a heart attack at what's behind you.She...'s wearing a red plaid school skirt that's so short it doesn't cover her ass. A pair of black lace boy shorts peaks from beneath the pleats. The red lace of her push up bra is poorly hidden underneath her nearly transparent white shirt that only has one button attached, keeping the shirt closed over her breasts. To complete her look, her long. ...I pick them up and have a deep sniff and lick. They taste different to normal, stickier, thicker texture...my heart started racing...recognising the taste from when I clean my own knickers....The question is whose cum was it that had leaked from my wife's pussy into these lacey panties? In my dream she was in the shower, I started imagining that she was in there washing her pussy clean from the fucking she had just had...who was he? How did she meet him? Where did they go? Has she done it. Colin We were on the road an hour after Lindsay arrived. She and Henry had decided to “pregame”, or drink before we got to the hayride. I pretended to drink; I personally hate the feeling of getting drunk. I let my sissy drive because I was supposedly “under the influence”. I sat in the back with Lindsay, though no action was being had. In fact, no real action has been had with Lindsay ever. She mercilessly teases me to the point of no going back, then somehow finds a way to go back. I’m. Sipping on a soda, you read the unending lines of men hoping to get laid (cyber, of course) and the women constantly scoffing them. Suddenly, you get an IM from a (supposedly) female chatter.pearlygirly: hey, stud. nice picvirwildman: thanx. :DCuriosity overcomes you and you decide to check her profile to see if she has a pic. It comes up in less than a second and you almost choke. In the picture box is a gorgeous long-haired blonde girl. Her brown eyes seem to stare seductively into you. You.