I vowed to myself that I will not visit such sites again, only to break it next week end. As I got out of my hostel my steps automatically moved towar...ds the internet café. But I said to my self that I will not read mom and son sex stories. When I sat on the system, my hand directly went to mom and son sex stories section. And soon without my knowledge I was so addicted and obsessed by those stories that every weekend I used read the stories all the day and masturbate twice in the bathroom. Soon. As my mind filled with the sounds of another man pleasuring my wife better than I ever could, I lost track of how many times Jill came. It’s a cliché, but after listening to the sound of her first, big climax, she seemed to be experiencing an almost non-stop series of mini-climaxes. It reminded me of watching waves breaking on the shore. Lots of little breakers, the occasional bigger wave, and then every few minutes a much, much bigger wave, so big you can see it coming in the distance. That’s. Slipping my arms beneath the sheet wrapped around her, seeking with knowing hands, I realised her naked vulnerability. Folding my hand around her butt, she gasped into my mouth, her breathing suddenly sped up, racing against the sensations travelling up her spine and laterally around her hips to the furnace lighting up between her legs. I was hungry, she was coming into heat. We both knew what would be happening soon. Her lips broke of mine and our eyes met; her consent clear, no fear, just. It made sense that he would make himself up in the manner he most liked.“I’m starting to understand how you felt on your wedding day, Josh,” George said, “I didn’t understand the nervousness. I mean, I almost considered myself already married, but ... we are actually going through with this. It ... it is weird.”Josh was next to him, also making sure he looked good. Akilah had convinced him that both of their religions forbade the cutting of the face with metal- and thus shaving. He had grown a.