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I’d woken up feeling sick and with a hard on. Last night I’d found out that my Dad was having an affair with my mate’s mum, and then I’d fucked her. The whole thing disgusted me but I couldn’t get the picture of her covered in my muck, her fat tits on show and her cunt flaps pouting for the world to see out of my head. I had a quick wank and then got up.

Dad was in the kitchen doing a fry up and Mum was hanging some washing out in the garden. “Morning son, did you have a good time at Mark’s party?”
“Yeah it was OK, got back about 2, nothing very wild”
“Good, you’ve got an appetite for breakfast then?”
“Oh yeah, I worked up one of those! I was in the lounge when you’re mobile was beeping away. You got plenty of messages.”
“Did I?” he seemed a bit worried, “I didn’t see any this morning.”
“No, I read them and deleted them, they were quite interesting though.”
“You’ve got no business going through my phone son.”
Then it came out, I couldn’t help it, “And you’ve got no business fucking Mark’s mum.”

I could see him thinking about what to say next but Mum came in through the door so there was no chance for him to say anything. I certainly wasn’t going to say anything to her so we left it and had a nice family breakfast. Those big juicy tits of Mrs Lewis kept coming into my head though and I knew that as much as it pissed me off what she was doing with my Dad, if she came here now, I’d take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her.

Dad and I watched a bit of cricket on the TV. Mum kept coming in and out of the room so it wasn’t the best way to have a conversation but he managed to explain that Lorna, Mark’s mum, had been going through a rough patch after her husband had died. He’d comforted her and one thing had led to another. It was a shit excuse really but I knew what those tits felt like and how tight her cunt was and what a dirty cow she was when she was getting fucked and I couldn’t help but understand how it had happened. I also explained what I’d done the previous night and the state I’d left her in. He didn’t say it but I could see he was thinking, “Good lad”.

We stopped watching cricket to sit down to lunch. It was something I really missed being at college, good food and finding out what the family had been up to. Then it happened. My mobile beeped and so did Dad’s. We both reached for our phones and Mum said how rude people were these days reading texts at the dinner table. She had no idea how rude it was. I didn’t recognise the number because it wasn’t stored in my phone but when I opened it I knew exactly who it was from. I’d know that foaming gash anywhere. Lorna must have got my number from Mark.

From the look on his face, Dad must have been looking at the same photo. She was on her back with her legs wide open, holding her twat flaps apart with her forefinger and middle finger like a fucking porn star. She must have had a cushion or something in the small of her back because her arse was raised up enough that you could see her arsehole. I got a boner straight away. I stared at the photo for a while before reading the text message that accompanied it, “I want you both at the same time.”
“What a fucking slag”, I thought. I looked over at Dad, I couldn’t read his reaction but I realised that I still had a lob on in my pants.

“You want to share the rest of the spuds, son?”
“Er, I’m not sure if I’m hungry enough.”
“Well they taste good.” He winked at my Mum. What a bastard, her thinking how charming he was for complimenting her cooking while he was really just seeing if I wanted to share his slag.

I was unsure, I’d seen plenty of threesome in porno but I wasn’t sure if I could do it with another cock there, never mind my Dad’s. Our phones went again simultaneously, “You can take turns in my shithole.” That was all it took.
“You fancy going out for a couple of pints Dad?”
“Sure, let’s go”
We finished lunch at top speed and headed for the front door. I was doing my best to cover the hard on in my jeans and I noticed that I wasn’t the only one.

We got in Dad’s car, “you sure you want to do this?” he asked. My heart was beating like I’d just beat the world record at 100 metres, “Yeah, let’s do it.” He got his phone and dialled her number. “Lorna?... We’re on our way now you dirty little bitch... I hear you got a bit of a seeing to last night”
I whispered to put her on speakerphone.
“I got my fanny fucked and a filthy facial, he’s as dirty as you.”
Me and Dad grinned at each other. “Tell me what you’re doing now”, he demanded.
We listened as we pulled out of the drive. Mum was waving us off, I had no scruples.

“I’m in the same position as the photo I sent you but I’ve got two fingers up my cunt and my thumb on my clit.”
“You fucking slag, stick one up your arsehole, get it ready for us.”
“Jesus”, I thought. I was listening to my Dad have phone sex with some slut, sat it the front of the car on a fairly busy road and all I wanted to do was get my cock out and have a wank. The thought of her laying there fingering her arsehole was making my cock fucking ache. Fortunately we weren’t too far away.

“I take it you’ve got an empty house for a couple of hours,” Dad said.
“For 5 hours, can you both manage that long?”
Dad laughed, “You cheeky fucking bitch, you’ll be ruined well before 5 hours.... We’re nearly there, get your slaggy gear on.”

We parked a good way down the road so that no-one would recognise the car outside her house. We virtually ran to her front door; partly so fewer people would see us and partly because we both had rock hard cocks and needed to get fucking. When we got to the front door it was slightly open.
Dad led the way up the stairs. We’d both been in this house before but for different reasons. We got to her bedroom, I could hear her working her slit before we even walked in.

She was on the bed. I gazed at her from head to toe. She seemed a lot more classy and a lot less desperate than the last time I had seen her. Her shoulder length brown hair looked conservative but the basque she was wearing was anything but. She was in fucking good shape anyway but this thing held her stomach in and pushed her tits right up and out. A thong barely covered her pussy, her lips pouting either side of the material. The slut look was set off perfectly by thigh boots, shiny black thigh boots.

“I want you to strip for me,” she said. I’m not shy about my body but stripping with my Dad in the room seemed a bit weird. I remembered she had said were pretty similar in the body hair and dick department so I concentrated on her and started undoing my shirt. I could see from the corner of my eye that Dad was doing the same. She looked wanton as she watched us strip and at the same time peeled the tiny thong off herself. Her hand went between her legs and she gave herself a rub. “Spread it,” Dad ordered. I had a feeling this going to be a bit of a rough session as she put both hands between her legs and held her cunt wide open for us to inspect, it was a lot wetter than it had been when she’d taken the photo earlier.

“Keep stripping,” she said. We were both down to our pants and I was just wondering why Dad was wearing expensive Emporio Armani briefs on a Sunday afternoon when Lorna got on all fours facing away from us. I hadn’t noticed before but there was something in her arsehole. She turned her head round to look at us both as she squeezed the butt plug out and in. She did it a few times, really slowly before squeezing the whole thing out with a plop onto the bed. Getting back into her original position, she reached for the plug, licked it and told us to get our dicks out before putting the whole slimy thing in her gob. There was no hesitation, the dicks came out.

We moved over to the bed. Lorna didn’t move, arse in the air ready to receive us. I was happy to get my hands on her arse again and Dad looked as though he knew the terrain well; I wondered how many times he’d fucked her. I squeezed her arse with one hand and my other moved to the slit of her hairless pussy. Dad’s did the same so we effectively opened her up, working as a team so we could see right up her pink hole. I slid a finger into her cunthole, she was fucking soaking. I pulled out and moved it to her bumhole, she was still gaping form the buttplug so I slipped it in easily up to the knuckle; I asked Dad, “have you tapped this before?” He shook his head, “she’s only let me finger it before, you?” “No,” I replied, “didn’t even get a blow job.” He laughed and said we’d have to change that.

I kept working on her arsehole as Dad fingered her twat and rubbed on her clit. She was going wild and could barely talk she was so short of breath. “Finger my arse together?” Dad laughed at her, “You want us both to finger your fucking shithole you dirty fucking cunt.” Until today I’d never even heard him say ‘fuck’ I was shocked at the filth he was shouting but it didn’t do anything to dampen my boner; it just made me feel even more like an a****l. We did as she asked and each placed the tip of a middle finger on her anus. We pushed in together; her ring piece offering a lot more resistance to the double fingering. Me and Dad had always got along OK before but we never really had a great bond; finding myself with him knuckle deep up some bird’s shitpipe changed that.

“I think she’s ready for a bit now,” he said. He slapped her cunt hard with the palm of his hand; the amount of juice that came off confirmed that he was right. I lay on the bed under her body and lined my dick up with her mouth. I got a tit in each hand and gave them a working, rubbing her nipples on my bollocks while she sucked on my cock. She must have sucked quite a few dicks in her time and it felt fucking great. One minute she was licking my bell end and spitting on it, the next she’d swallow my shaft right down. Meanwhile Dad was giving her cunt a pounding; from behind he must have looked like a dog humping a bitch, I don’t know how he kept his balance but he even managed to get a hand round to rub her clit.

“Fuck her face lad, put some effort into it”, he laughed, “I’m going to pot the brown.”
I pulled Lorna’s head up so I could see her face as Dad shoved his dick up her arsehole. I held her round the back of her neck, my thumbs on her chin; her soft heavy tits were resting on my cock. I could tell when her shithole been breached because her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened. I was mesmerised by the slutty look of satisfaction mixed with pain her face. The buggering that Dad was giving her was getting more and more intense, I’d never even fucked a cunt as hard as he was plowing her arse. Tears were rolling down her face but she didn’t want it to stop. I moved by head towards her and snogged her deep. The bed was shaking like fuck, I could feel the vibrations in my bollocks and on my bell end with each thrust Dad gave her tight hole.

Still holding Lorna by the back of her neck, I pushed her towards my cock. She resumed the blow job but I was hornier than that. I followed Dad’s advice and held the back of her head with both hands. Holding her tight so her head wouldn’t move, I thrust my hips, banging my dick right down her throat. The relentless pounding she was taking in her arsehole and the filthy gagging sounds coming from her throat was too much for me and I unloaded right inside her gob. I didn’t know if her neighbours were in but I’ve never made so much noise when I’ve cum before and I didn’t fucking give a shit. I kept her head in position for a couple of minutes, she could have drowned the amount of spunk I shot. “Nice one son but this position is killing my fucking thighs, can we move round a bit.” I laughed and went off to have a piss.

When I got back I didn’t even consider putting my pants back on, I just sat bollock naked in a chair opposite the bed and enjoyed the show. Dad was on his back and Lorna was riding him, his dick was still up her arse and he was milking her tits hard. I got hold of my cock and starting wanking myself back to hardness, “open her cunt up Dad, I wanna see right up her.” His hands went down and split her twat wide open, my cock stiffened straight away. He banged away at her arse for a few minutes while I watched and wanked. “You’d better have your turn Chris before I lose my fucking load in here.” He slid himself up the bed a bit and Lorna turned over on all fours and presented me with her sloppy arsehole.

I never thought the sight of my Dad getting a blow job would be one for the wankbank but it looked fucking amazing. If I thought I’d been rough it was nothing. He pinched her nose so she couldn’t breathe, slapped his dick hard on her face and even rubbed his arsehole across her face. I looked down, her brown fuckhole was already gaping and fucking ruined, but I was going to have a go on it anyway. I slapped by bell end between her cunt and arse a couple of times and then rammed my dick up her twat. Giving it a few strokes, I got my dick nicely covered in pussy slime. Then I went for it. Holding an arse cheek in each hand, I nudged my prick up her browneye. The noise was fucking obscene and that, along with the sight of her noshing my Dad deep, encouraged me to give it to her hard. My hands slipped to her hips and I grabbed her hard, pulling her on to my cock.

I couldn’t hold it in much longer and I could feel my bollocks tighten for the second time. Dad must have sensed me slowing, “double facial Chris.” We switched positions, me and Dad either side of her, wanking in her face, taking turns to slap our helmets on her tongue. I turned my head and caught sight of the whole scene in the mirror, the view was straight up her thighs, two soggy fuckholes, above that she was mauling her own tits hard. I could feel myself cumming, moved back slightly and fired a massive load all over her face. The last bit of my spunk hit her face as Dad started to unload his muck. She was covered, it was dripping off her face, on to her tits, all over her bed; she looked ruined.

“We’ve still got time for a pint,” Dad said. We pulled our clothes on and headed for the door. Just before we left, I pulled my phone out and took a photo of her spunky face. Dad did the same and then put his phone between her legs, “Smile.”

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Every day on the way out to my office in Saddar, I past Sana Haq.We lived in the same apartment building and were neighbors, my flat was above hers. I have to say that the 5ft 3inch Chokri (babe) gave me a hard on whenever I saw her. Her well tailored shalwar Kamiz was in the height of Desi fashion. (Short, sleeveless Kamiz and shalwar stopping teasingly just above her very nicely shaped ankles)She had shoulder length black hair, slightly frizzy (jungle-bhal like this, is my favorite) a round...

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Sunday Morning

For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. Just a second later, it splashed against tanned skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple. I giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of your fingers. It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and across the bed. Sunday papers were spread out amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked...

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Sunday Family Dinner

It was a normal sunday me and my whole family went to church for our regular family get together. And as always we meet at my grandparents house for dinner. This Sunday was extra special. I was sitting the pew with my family when my aunt Andrea walked in. She looked so stunningly beautiful and sexy as always. She had on a black dress and pressed tightly against her 36d tits, she was 46 yrs old and could make me horny as hell. The dress was cut pretty high, that i could almost see her cunt hair....

Incest
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Sundays with Sultana Sharmila

The following is a true account written by a friend of mine in Calcutta. Read it and enjoy. In a few earlier narratives I have described a couple of erotic sessions with my former girlfriend Roma. Today, I shall describe some extremely satisfying sexual sessions with my present girlfriend Sharmila. Sharmila, 37, a probashi divorcee from New Delhi, is a management executive working for a National News Channel and she is currently on a three year assignment in its Kolkata office. We met first at...

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Sunday Afternoon

Ruby had been going to the community pool for weeks now, trying to catch as many rays as possible before the weather would invariably turn colder. Summer never seemed to last long enough before Fall would roll in with it's crisp air and brilliant leaves. The sun was high overhead and the water was cool and inviting.

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Sunday Afternoon

Chapter 1 I write this in my kitchen, my laptop open before me while Nicole sweats out her tardiness in my bedroom. Soft whimpers permeate from the slightly open door that exposes nothing but darkness and the subtle creaking of the furniture her body shifts against, searching for elusive comfort. She arrived later then expected and I had begun to grow impatient. After an hour and twenty-one minutes I had begun to assume she had chickened out again. I greeted her sourly at the door sourly...

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Sundays Tonic

Sundays afternoons are always twinged with twilight. The setting of the weekend, drawing long shadows of an impending Monday. As days of the week go it’s my least favourite, reminding me of my own middling years, overwhelmed by the dawning considerations of old age. These are symptoms that need self medicating, a gloom only cured by a specific light. My prescribed treatment? The pursuit of sexual gratification, willing or otherwise. To humiliate others distracts from my own inadequacies and...

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Sunday Love SongsChapter 2

Now here I was years later listening to a Sunday morning sloppy 'lurve' programme, which was telling me she wanted to contact me again. I was not in a relationship, though I had a couple of girlfriends who were friends-with-benefits. They felt it was too early for them to be committed long term to anyone. Beth and Julie were good friends and each knew the other was sleeping with me, and I was happy as I was, who wouldn't be? I wondered what good it would do to see Nicola. Why did she...

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Sunday Morning Pt 04

It was Sunday morning and Abbie was out for her morning swim. The dinner with David’s parent’s had been Thursday evening followed by a date with David on Friday night. That date was an eventful one for both. They’d gone to the local place on their side of the lake instead of the fancier restaurant with the walking path. They sat opposite the other eating their burgers and fries talking about college and the soon to start academic year. ‘The swim team meets for first work outs in ten days. I’d...

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Sunday Afternoon Alone in the Dunes

Sunday afternoon alone in the dunes, well we thought we were. It’s your worst nightmare, that gushing feeling when you suddenly realize that you have been caught in a comprising situation. It had been one of those typical family visits to the relatives, the type of visit which had become routine, with everyone being polite, interjected with moments that were actually enjoyable, such as the trip to the beach after Sunday lunch. As there were quite a few of us, we had to leave in three...

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sunday morning and the carrot

Introduction: me and my flat mate Me and my flat mate 1- Sunday morning and the carrot. She is really cute. So thin, so blonde. With her athletic body and two little tits, always going around the house wearing just a thong. I am a 36 years old woman, and first days I didnt like this 22 years old waitress, but I need to share my flat bills! She moved here a week ago and this morning she is so happy cause its Sunday and she doesnt work. However, she woke up early as always. I guess she likes I...

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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn’t want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

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Sunday Drive

Sunday Drive Richard and I were on a Sunday drive, not really going nowhere. I’m not a mac’d’s fan at all So when Richard said hey mom my treat as he pulled in the drive thru I laughed and said so you think your mom’s a cheap date huh? He laughed at that and said no, there’s nothing cheap about you mom. I said then splurge away and we both laughed over that little joke. I was looking at his profile and could see a lot of me in his face and I went to myself thank god he didn’t gets his sperm...

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Sunday Morning Going Down

Hi, I’m Sylvia; but my friends call me Syl. This past September my husband Ron’s birthday fell on a Sunday. I wanted to make the day especially memorable for him because it was his first birthday as a Daddy, since our baby had been born six months earlier. After giving birth, my libido had first subsided, but then returned more intensely than ever before. As usual, we prepared to go to church on Sunday morning. I purposely dilly-dallied though, causing us to be a little bit late. Ron urged me...

Quickie Sex
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Sunday Fun Day

We had just had a fun night at a swingers' party on Saturday night and I woke up happy and relaxed. I didn't think the weekend could get any better. I rose and went out to the kitchen and called my man’s name. I failed to get a response. There was a note lying on the kitchen table telling me his friend had free Patriot tickets. He'd left me at home alone with his son. I wasn't satisfied with just sitting home for my Sunday afternoon. After taking a shower and having coffee, I was bored. I went...

Cheating
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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

Reluctance
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Sunday Dinner

Luann Dubicki rushed inside the house from the biting cold outside. She had just returned from mass and soon her family would be joining her for the weekly Sunday dinner. She became a widow after her husband, Bob, was killed in a car wreck a few years prior. The thought to remarry never crossed the mind of the registered nurse. She just poured everything she had into her five c***dren. She checked on the pot roast. It looked good and smelled even better. The graying blond washed her hands and...

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Sunday night football

Sunday night football.My wife went out with her co-workers to a bar to watch the game last Sunday night. She said I would probably need to pick her up since she had a bad day and was goi g to get hammered (I was called into work and was getting out after the game was over). We texted each other and she kept me up on the score. I didn’t hear much from her the fourth quarter, figured she was drunk and doing shots. I got out and I asked if she needed me to pick her up....no reply. I swung by the...

4 years ago
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Sunday driver

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, not unlike most I suppose. It was getting a little late in the day, and I was starting to think about getting ready for the week ahead. Outside the rain had been falling off and on throughout the day, and the air smelled sweet like it does after a good rain. Fall was definitely in the air. I was staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts about what the week would bring, when he said, “let’s go for a drive.” I lept at the chance to have something to do, not...

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Sunday Sex

It all started a Sunday morning. I had been horny this past week and havent really been able to find a proper friend with benefits till I got a email Sunday morning. A local guy was looking for a cuddle buddy and had invited me over for the afternoon and evening. We talked a bit in the morning and set a time of 2pm to meet. He is an a****l lover, 3 cats and a very energetic personable pup. He was about 5'10 British, in great shape quite fit, body covered with an eclectic array of tattoos and...

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Sunday League 0 Slutwife lost count

Last year we visited an old friend of mine, we went to school together. As we grew up we up we went drinking together and played Sunday League Football for the same team. Eventually, as you find, our lives had moved apart as we had families and jobs but we always kept in touch. We'd met up sometimes and our wives got on well too so when they he invited me to watch our old team we looked forward to having a few drinks and catching up over old times.Then next day his wife had a bit of an...

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Sunday morning with Brad

It was close to 4 am Sunday morning, Brad turned over and pulled me to him. I was on my left side as Brad snuggled me close to him. His penis was rock hard and throbbing. I moaned softly as Brad pinched my nipples and whispered 'I like tight ass in the morning, relax, you're going to have a ruff morning.' Than I remembered what he had said last night '...some of my friends are coming over in the morning...' Before I could say anything Brad slipped his hand between us and guided his rock hard...

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Sunday mass

It was a warm Sunday morning and I set off for church with my parents, everything was as normal , the usual meet and great before mass with the neighbours when suddenly I spot this vision of beauty across the car park!!Dressed all in white a goddess of unrivalled beauty, long blond hair red bag and red matching shoes, who was this girl where did she come from .? I was transfixed by this new stranger in my mists I needed to get closer hoping to find out more. I told my parents I needed to talk...

4 years ago
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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning By Julia Phillips I heard the key enter the top lock in the front door and checked my watch. 48 minutes since she'd woken me up by locking the door on her way out. I jumped out of bed, swung my shorty wrap around me and tied the sash as I skipped to the entrance hall. Monique opened the door and stepped in. She looked wonderful. A glow of excitement shone in her eyes and her long walk in the woods in the cool of the autumn weather had brought a flush to her...

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Sunday Drive

Sunday DriveRichard and I were on a Sunday drive, not really going nowhere. I’m not a mac’d’s fan at allSo when Richard said hey mom my treat as he pulled in the drive thru I laughed and said so you think your mom’s a cheap date huh? He laughed at that and said no, there’s nothing cheap about you mom. I said then splurge away and we both laughed over that little joke. I was looking at his profile and could see a lot of me in his face and I went to myself thank god he didn’t gets his sperm...

2 years ago
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Sunday lunch Part 2 of Bed and Breakfat

After such a sexy morning, I had the day to myself. Pam and Beth/Brian were visiting relatives, so with £50 in my pocket I hit the westend. I had a great day and was bold enough to hit M&S, BHS and C&A buying myself panties, stockings, suspender belts and 3 fantastic nighties, lemon, blue and a very sexy black one.There was a lovely white negligee set but it was over £20 and I couldn't afford it. I went into Soho and enjoyed looking around the sex shops even found a porno cinema. I got...

2 years ago
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Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday By Selene Victoria [email protected] It was one of those days where I didn't wake up until the sun streamed across the bed and into my eyes. I hadn't had a particularly late night, nor a hard one, but given the rare opportunity to sleep in, I took it. Sunday was my only day off that week, and I had been swamped with projects and deadlines since practically longer than I could remember. My wife Catalina was already awake next to me and, judging by the...

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