“Do you like how it feels? Tell me. Tell me you like it,” she said, moving her hand from one end of my cock to the other.“I love it. You’re go...ing to make me cum,” I managed to say.“That’s what I want. I want to make you cum all over me. I want us to make love all afternoon. I want to drive you crazy.”“I want to drive you crazy, too,” I said, inserting my middle finger in her wet pussy.“Ohmygod. Ohh God. That feels soooo good,” she said, pushing her pussy harder against my hand and finger,. Not exactly an erotic adventure.I was really attracted to a boy in school named Jimmy, we would talk and flirt every time we saw each other in class or the hallway. He even was allowed to come to the house a few times when dad was there, but we had to stay in the living room, along with dad. Talk about a party kill to have him there, pretending to watch TV with us. At least when he would leave, dad wouldn't follow us to the door so I could at least sneak a kiss. Oh you just can't imagine. Kristopher roared as he felt his wife come to an orgasm. He hadn't cum yet but he saw that she had more plans for him. He fell back against the shower bench, his enormous manhood standing extremely erect in mid air. He looked at her lustfully and growled in pleasure as she pushed his length further and further down her throat. He trusted against the back of her throat, releasing pre-cum with each time the head of his manhood hit her throat.She bent her head down taking him all in her mouth. ”“Yep,” Margaux perked up slightly.“You liked me buying you panties and girl clothes. Lettin’ you wear ‘em ‘round the house and shit!”“I did,” she bit her lip and crossed her arms.“Now, sissy boi! Don’t pout. I used to love looking at you in them lace panties. You still slim and sexy! You know dat, don’t you?”“I guess!”“C’mon, faggit! You know niggas like dat sweet li’l booty, but you was all mine.”“I…”“See what you did,” he pulled out his hard 8-inch dick.Margaux was intimately familiar with.