Fantasy

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”

My husband and I were married for five years, and as for me, I considered our sex together as “great.” I did a lot of things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like playing a role, dressing up like a whore, raping sketches and on a few occasions even took part in three with my husband and another man.

I came home from work this Friday, feeling a little weird and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and undressed my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

It was a cold, rainy day, October as I sat near the window of the image waiting for the grocer to deliver my order. I thought about my husband, who served in the navy, on a carrier. He’d been gone for five months and I was thinking how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We had only been married a month before Ed’s tour began and we made sure that every minute counted. We had to fuck six times a day and in so many different positions during this month.

I look at my wife’s bus out of town, and since I’ve had a three-day weekend, so I think “Guess I’m going to go see porn, like the good old days. "

I feel like someone’s sex toy for a few hours. I go back to the car and go down to Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my cock and think about the hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “Then I’d better have something to calm down,” I said, entering the alcohol store for a pack of smokes and a half-pinte of whisky. “It should calm me down and focus. I can’t climb here. “and I shoot in the isolated parking lot behind the adult theatre and the arcade complex, and drink the whisky.

The bright light that shines from behind it turned off and turned off like the door of the closed piping room, and for a moment they stood where they were, seeing what was before them more clearly now. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor in front of them. There was a dark but definitive light that shines, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by suspended forms, as if horizontal candles had been placed there that had softened as burnt and rusty, stretching their wicks and now hardened in permanent curves downwards.

Sara was really looking forward to visiting her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him for almost two years and she really missed him. Although he was nine years older than his 18, they had always been close when she grew up before leaving the house, never returning from the university, having met and married Veronica and started her own life. Life at home with her parents became more difficult for her last year as she felt bigger than they were willing to admit it. She had taken the car they bought for her, that she was not supposed to drive without an authorized adult driver with her, but she felt quite certain that they would not call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she would have no problem. She knew that the note she left would make them crazy, but hopefully they would understand and that the summer break would be good for all.

It was the summer of 1997. I had just finished my year of high school when the Amber family moved into the house next door. The development of the housing we lived was all new and our family had settled in our home the previous month. Like most new housing developments, it was located on the outskirts of the city. I had a bus job at a steakhouse and my parents bought me an old car at low prices so I could move. My mother was able to get a good job as a director after I started at high school and was old enough to handle me.

“Honey, you don’t really think so, do you?” Connie wasted after hearing what he wanted her to do.

“Yes, honey, I really do. You said you asked yourself what it would be, okay, I want you to know it.” He told her to look in her eyes.

She couldn’t believe it. She only mentioned it a few times, fantasizing with him and now he told him that he wanted her to do it so that she knew and didn’t wonder. Should she? She wasn’t so sure. What would he feel and do if she did it while he looked. It was one of the demands that he could monitor her.

I was in N.Y. by visiting a friend who lives in a large building in the center of the city. I arrived at noon for lunch and spent all day talking about old times. I watched my watch and saw it was almost midnight! I can’t believe that time is fast! We said goodbye and I left.

When I arrived at the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there was not much light in the corridors. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hall saying their goodbye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they laughed all and spoke. They left to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, “Hi.” Of course, being the friendly person I was, I said, “Hi” back. We were waiting for the elevator to come. I heard the movement behind me but I pretended to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me and stop the elevator and look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was so excited! The oldest of men seemed to be in charge.

As is my custom, I was walking late along the hiking / mountain biking trails. The temperature of mid-January at 10:00 was 35 degrees F so I wore my warm clothes and polar hood. I walked for about 30 minutes when I spent a small parking lot; one of the many scattered paths. The road to the lot was making a turn and bringing a street to a block. During the day there were usually several hikers, runners, joggers, skaters, etc. who often used the trail. The last time I saw a vehicle at the end of the night, it was two years ago. As I approached the lot a truck passed on the nearby highway. It is a badly aligned lighthouse that swept the beam over the parking lot that made a silhouette appear on the windows of a mini-van parked in an isolated section of the lot. I have a glimpse of a pretty ass in the air and a hard dick underneath. I knew someone was getting fucked in the back of that minivan.