Creampie

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.

I’ll never forget the night I had a friend’s party. Most of them were married. Their age was 16 to about 26. Most women had between 16 and 21. The party was a little wild, a lot of drinking and most women/girls making a little flash of their charms.

My only friend, his wife was 17, they had only been married for eight months. Of course he’d kissed her about six months before they got married. Anyway, she showed up one of her breasts, beautiful little farm with big nipples. Never both at once. She also sat or danced in a way that you would have a nice view of her tight bikini seeing through filmed panties. You’d even have a flash of her pubic hair through her panties, they were that movie. Almost as if she had nothing. He seemed to descend on her showing her charms to other men and women.

It was a typical afternoon Monday and I was waiting for the kids to come home from school when the bell rang. I answered the door to find Anna, a good friend standing there. Come in.

Anna and I talked for a while and then she told me that she met this man and that he was amazing. Anna was recently divorced and has only been out for about 3 months now and she keeps me informed of her dates. Anna said she had been with this guy about 5 times now and he was amazing.

Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their house. She had chosen a very nice purple shade to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning and noticed that they had already started opening the door.

Mable enters the living room and sees them paint. They were both wearing T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies while they shook sweat. Dean talked and told him to take a brush and start. Mable decided she’d better get rid of what she thought. She had been with Jake several times, but never Dean. She wondered how he was, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

It all started on a Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me ruthlessly.

“Gottcha!” she shouted and began to circle me against a wall. I started laughing and tried to fight Mom’s fingers for their torture. Know that if I didn’t run away soon, Mom would make me cry so loudly.

We’ve done things like that since I was seven. In the morning she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed where I slept and she started tickling me until I begged her to stop. But usually I even had the following weekend, because at the time Dad had to leave for work very early so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I was going to leave nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing us both up in the air. As in the past, we started to place ice cubes in shirts, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we worked in the garden, we vaporized with the garden hose (although once we weren’t out when it happened). What a mess!). Basically, we acted more like best friends than mother and son.

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.

“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.

“UH oh”, you smile in response.

“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.

“This guy and his wife like to have key parties,” Emily said. “The guys throw their keys in a pile and the women take out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "

“What? They don’t really do it like that, do they?” I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, dreams, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, made me meet one of those “keys.” Apparently, when I told Emily about these things, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I guess she herself was excited by the thoughts, especially knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

Mom went out shopping with her friends and Dad was at work, so I went to her room, like I did before when she left for a while. I took out her sexy lingerie, her stockings, and her highest heels, about 5 inches. I unpacked and put her stuff on, and I was standing in front of her mirror when Mom came in on me.

“Honey, why are you wearing my stuff,” she asked. I jumped and said, “Because they’re so beautiful and you’re so sexy in them. And because I wanted to wear something you wore”

Angie didn’t like doing it. There, in front of her boyfriend Rick and her friend Luke, her exposed breasts, and her voluptuous breasts 36 inches of D-cup tied from their bra and clinging on her chest so lightly, she was not particularly happy. At least she wore a set of tights, naked in colour to prevent her being totally naked, but her 38-inch hips were clearly defined as the little patch of pubic hair on her pussy. From size up although its small milky white 32 inches size was on the display as well as its large red nipples. But it was a shame that she had to only serve Rick and Luke a few drinks in this semi-nude state. At 25, and in the bounty of his life, and proud of a body that just dared sex call Angie took it in his footsteps.

My wife and I had another of our legendary fights and decided to stay in a hotel for the night and relax. The clerk looked at me a little funny when I went to check at 9:00 and had no ID. I explained to him the fight with my wife and how I left my wallet at home and the story of my emergency money in the car and, with a tip of $100, I soon had a room with no questions with double queens.