A Fantasy Cum True SeXStoRY

My wife and I had met another couple our own age and we started hanging out. We learned that we had a lot of common interests. The guy is a computer programmer and pudgy, with a lazy attitude. The women owns her own company and has large hips with a small waist and likes to get things done. This is where it gets complicated, she had a crush on me for a few years, and me on her, and she was a fantasy I had been having for awhile. She asked her husband if she could act on it. He said sure, as long as he was there and ground rules were laid down. It began with a day of drinking during a wine tour. We went back to their place and decided to open a few bottles and play cards. 5 bottles in it was suggested we play strip poker. We were all d***k so we said yes. By this time, lets call her "S" to protect her anonymity, had been casually rubbing her feet up and down my leg. I decided to be bold as no one could see under the table and pulled her foot into my lap so she was rubbing her foot on my cock. I was getting harder by the second. After awhile it was pretty certain I was winning as i had most of my clothes still on so I decided to lose on purpose. I also placed my foot in her crotch ad was gently rubbing her outer labia, she was getting so wet that i was able to slide my toe in with no resistance. It was wet, warm and inviting. My wife and "S's" husband were a little uncertain about where this was heading. I was so hard from her rubbing and seeing her breasts for the first time that there was already pre cum sliding down my shaft. We decided to get some more drinks and move into the living room. When "S" stood up i caught my first glimpse of her trimmed pussy. It was everything I had imagined. Her ass was a beautiful heart shape. We went into the living room and laid down the ground rules, oral and hands. No kissing or fucking. This was going to be a problem as I really wanted to stick my cock in "S" and fuck her from behind. We all agreed and started to touch each other. My wife was the least sexually explicit person there so "S" and her husband started touching her all over to get her more comfortable with the situation. I got down on the floor and began to kiss my wife's thighs leading to her pussy as she started to stroke "S's" husband. I told her between licks to start to suck him. She took him into her mouth while I continued to lick her. That's when "S's" hand pulled my arm and pulled me to a different part of the room, on the other side of the coffee table. By now my wife and "S's" husband were engaged in a 69. "S" pulled me close and whispered in my ear that she had been wanting me for a long time, as she put her tongue in my ear and licked. She grabbed my cock and slowly started to spread the pre cum all over, she then took it in her mouth and let out a throaty moan of pleasure. As she started to suck me I could feel my wife come up behind me and start to help "S" pump my cock into her mouth. "S's" husband laid down on the floor and began to eat "S" out while she straddled his head. I noticed that "S's" husband had gone flaccid and that was why we were back in a foursome. Just then "S" grabbed her husband and moved him away, she then grabbed my wife and laid her on the couch. She got on top and told her husband to kneel beside them. She was going to get him hard again. "S" started to jerk her husband off as she also began to kiss my wife. I knelt down behind them and beheld a beautiful sight my wife's pussy and asshole hovering over "S's" pussy and asshole. I began to lick, alternating between the two pussies with each lick, mingling their heady juices. I also started to finger each at the same time. "S" asked if I was fingering both and licking at the same time. I came up long enough to answer yes. By now "S's" husband was hard again and he invited my wife over to the other couch for some more oral. I jumped at this chance to taste just "S" all alone. I stated by kissing her feet and slowly kissing up her legs until my nose was nuzzled into her outer lips, she smelled amazing. I got up on my knees, my cock standing straight up, and grabbed her leg. I began to slowly rub mt thumb over her clit, gently and with rhythm. I started sucking her toes and she let out a moan of pleasure, this was a first for her. As I sucked I began to rub harder and more quickly, she started to pull her legs together in the start of an orgasm. I was not about to miss this so I abandoned sucking her toes and licked all the way up to her pussy where I took her clit into my mouth and started to flick it with the tip of my tongue and sucking at the same time. She exploded in my mouth. It was one of the most delicious pussies I have ever eaten. After she stopped shaking I began to kiss my way up stomach to her neck and began to give little kisses on her neck. "S" pulled my head down to her and told me that was the hardest she had ever came. She also told me of her fantasy to fuck me while the two of us had been working together. She was stroking my cock and rubbing it against her labia. And then we were interrupted again with a flaccid husband, I would later find out that he was intimidated by having another man there. I took my wife and after eating her out for a little bit she was very wet so I began to fuck her as "S" straddled fer face and she began to eat "S" out. "S" leaned back so I could play with her breasts and kiss her neck. "S's" husband went to get another drink so I took advantage. I stopped fucking my wife and pulled them both to their knees and placed my rock hard cock in between them and told them to suck, they took turns taking me into their mouths and at one point they were kissing around my shaft. "S's" husband came back into the room as his wife and my wife were both taking me in and he wanted double blow job access as well, he never got it. So feeling jealous he took my wife and laid her down and began to drip scotch onto her pussy and lick it off. By now the drink was beginning to effect "S" in a very bizarre way. She was passing out and waking up every few seconds. She was whispering to me to come closer and when I did she started to grind her hips against me begging me to fuck her. She pulled me onto my knees and wrapped her legs around my waist and started to rub my cock over her swollen pussy lips. I pulled away and began to kiss her all over getting close enough to whisper that I was not going to break the rules and that I would lick her to another orgasm. She wasn't as d***k as everyone thought, she just used it as an excuse to get me alone and close. I started kissing her from the neck down this time and stopped at her breasts to lick ans suck her nipples, gently biting each and pulling it into my mouth. "S" let out another moan as she started to slide her fingers into her wet, once again, pussy. I left her breasts and continued my kissing until i got to her pubic bone and began to lick my way down through her trimmed pubic hair parting her outer lips and sliding my tongue into her pussy as far as I could. I tongue fucked her for awhile until he juices were running down my chin and then I found her swollen clit again and this time began to hum while moving my head and tongue side to side. In no time "S" was cumming a second time and again into my mouth where i lapped up every drop of pussy juice. My wife had not had an orgasm so i left "S" to deal with a third time flaccid husband and began to massage my wife and slowly insert my cock into her somewhat dry pussy. I could tell that this was getting "S" jealous but a dutiful husband never neglects his wife, especially when the other guy is going limp all the time and can't make her cum. I was pulling her hips towards me as i began to thumb her ass hole. I flipped my wife over and went down on her again, with my fore finger and middle finger stroking her g-spot. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth as she began to throw her head from side to side and pull my head tight against her squirting pussy. Three orgasms in my mouth and they all tasted good. By now it had been three hours since we started our little escapade. I had not yet cum and neither had "S's" husband. So "S" decide she would sit me down in a chair and put on some sexy music and start to grind her ass and pussy up along my shaft, I slipped inside and thought i would cum from sheer shock of what I was doing. I held on and pulled her off and told her to suck me off, which she did, tasting her own juices on my now extremely swollen cock. Within a few minutes I was breathing hard and i told her I was about to cum. "S" pumped my cock with her hand as she sucked the head of my cock as i exploded into her mouth. I have rarely cummed this hard, it felt amazing and seemed to last forever. When I stopped cumming she looked my in the eye and with a gulp swallowed all my cum and continued to stroke me cock as i calmed down. This fantasy cum true has been a source of great pleasure as I replay moments while jerking off and i can still smell and taste every last drop of cunny juice from "S". We have had a few encounters since then, but they are for another time.

LACEY'S WEDDING DAY SeXStoRY

Lacey's Wedding Daybyrockandroller© My daughter Lacey and her fiancé had chosen a stunning mountain chalet for their wedding. The building was at the top of a hill, with a spectacular view of the valley below. Out front there was a large lawn, where the ceremony was to be held. Inside, there was a big room which was set up for the upcoming reception with formal dining tables, flowers galore, a small stage and dance floor, and a large wooden staircase for the happy couple to descend. It cost me a fortune, but it was worth it. It was going to be a very picturesque wedding, and I’d do anything for my little girl. A short while before the ceremony was to start I left the relatives and 200 or so guests and headed upstairs for a last visit with my unwed daughter before our walk down the aisle. There were several rooms upstairs, including a bar and a kitchen, the rest rooms, and separate dressing rooms for the bridegroom. When I got to the brides’ dressing room, it was being guarded by one of Lacey’s bridesmaids, Mandy. I knew Mandy from way back, but before today I’d never seen her drinking, and I’d seen her have more than a few. Now she was looking just a little tanked, and judging by the way she was kind of moving from foot to foot, in need of a rest room. When she recognized me, she was obviously relieved. “Oh good, Mr. J! I’m so glad to see you! I really need to go use the ladies’ room, but I’m supposed to keep anyone from going in here. Lacey wants to be alone for a little bit before her wedding. No f****y, no friends, and no Donald - you know, all that stuff about seeing the bride before the wedding.” She didn’t even wait for an answer, but just started walking away, still a little shaky on her feet. As she headed away, she said over her shoulder, “That means you, too!” Well, I waited a while, guarding the door. From what, I’m not sure. Nobody came by, and Mandy didn’t come back. It was getting near the scheduled start for the wedding, and so I figured I’d better pop my head in and give Lacey a warning. I walked into the room and the door closed shut behind me. Outside of my line of sight I noticed that this room was much nicer than the groom’s. There were several comfortable sofas and chairs, flowers, racks for the girls’ clothes. There was a full length mirror so that the bride to be could admire her wedding finery. But all of my attention was riveted on the sight before me. Lacey was sitting on a couch over by the 2nd floor window which looked out over the valley. Her long blond hair fell in waves over the shoulders of her brand new white wedding dress. She had one of her gorgeous legs up on the arm of the sofa, and the other spread as wide as she could get it. Lacey held the skirts of her wedding dress up with one hand, and I could see her naked thighs above her white stockings. Her borrowed blue garter held one stocking up, and I could see all the way to her crotch. At least, I would have been able to. But on her knees in front of Lacey was her best friend, Paige. Paige was on her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass in her bridesmaids dress pointing at me, her head buried in Lacey’s snatch while she furiously licked away. I was stunned. Make that completely stunned. On the one hand, this was the sexiest thing that I’d ever seen. On the other – it was my daughter! I’d lived with her all of her life, watched her grow up from a little baby, nurtured her through her teen years. And I’ll tell you that all of those years of skinned knees, schoolwork and boyfriends hadn’t prepared me for this. I never had any idea that she liked girls. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t speak. But I wasn’t quite so dazed that I didn’t feel my cock jump to attention. Lacey had her eyes closed, and she was moaning softly and even grinding her pussy a little into Paige’s soft lips. She had her free hand, the one with her engagement ring on it, wrapped in Paige’s short dark hair, and she was urging her on gently. Paige was obliviously preoccupied, and so my entry went unnoticed for a few seconds. The muscles in Lacey’s shapely legs tensed as she neared an orgasm, and her breathing was coming harder and faster. Just as she was about to fall over the edge her eyes opened just a little bit. In the throes of her ecstasy she almost missed me. But her eyes snapped into focus as she spotted me by the door. “Daddy!” Lacey squealed. She pushed Paige’s head away, closed her legs and dropped her wedding dress back down. Paige immediately stopped and turned to look at me. Both of them had the grace to blush. I stammered something in the way of an apology and how I had just come in to warn her that it was almost time for her entrance. While I was mumbling excuses Lacey was stammering something about Mandy, and Paige was giggling, not at all put out by my unexpected entrance. Paige wiped her mouth slowly with the back of her hand and then licked it off. Then she and sat down beside Lacey’s knee, smiling. Lacey finally ran out of things to say, and then seemed to realize that there was nothing else to add. Instead of making more excuses, she just blurted out, “Daddy, I’m just so horny! I couldn’t wait until tonight!” I didn’t know what to say. The wedding day daddy book didn’t say anything about a situation like this. “What you do with your fiancé and anybody else is your business,” I said. At that, she protested mightily. “Daddy, Donald doesn’t know! I kind of mentioned another girl to him once, but you know how he is. I mean, I love him and all, but he’s such a stick in the mud! He wouldn’t marry me if he knew. And Paige and I have been together for years! I want to marry him, but he can’t know about this. Promise me, Daddy! Promise me!” Lacey was right. Donald was kind of a stick in the mud. But how any man wouldn’t be turned on by a sight like this was way beyond my understanding. I muttered a promise, and then started to back towards the door. Before I made it though, I saw a look pass between Lacey and Paige. They both smiled a shy smile at each other. They could obviously almost read each others’ minds, and they had come to some kind of unspoken conclusion. I almost had my hand on the knob when Lacey said in a breathy little girl voice which wasn’t much like her own, blushing all the while, “I just have to come before the wedding. I’ll die if I have to wait until the honeymoon starts. But you can watch if you want to Daddy.” Then she raised her skirt, spread her legs and closed her eyes. Paige looked right into my eyes, smiled, and then returned to her hands and knees position in front of my daughter’s spread legs and with a small sigh of contentment, went back to her licking. Paige moaned softly as her tongue again tasted Lacey’s slick pussy. Lacey shut her eyes again, enjoying Paige’s ministrations. Lacey knew her daddy well. I had often made joking passes to her best girl friends, including Mandy and Paige. She knew I subscribed to Playboy, and had even told my own daughter on occasion that she looked really sexy. She knew that I wasn’t some kind of prude and that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from enjoying such a sensual sight. She knew that I would be riveted to the vision of her long legs with Paige’s short brunette locks bobbing between them. And Lacey was right. After slurping Lacey’s wet cunt for a few moments, Paige moved her hands from Lacey’s white stockinged thighs and reached back behind her, caressing her own taut bottom. She teasingly pulled her skirt up, showing me her tight little ass encased in a pair of silver satin panties. She wiggled her ass at me and then slowly pulled the panties down to her knees and spread her legs as much as the panties would let her, all the while kissing and licking enthusiastically. I saw her tight little asshole and her obviously red and swollen naked pussy lips. “I think she wants you to fuck her, Daddy.” Lacey said with a giggle. Paige stopped her licking long enough to look me in the eye and nod a few times before she returned to licking Lacey. Now I had known Paige since she was twelve. She and Lacey had practically grown up together, and were almost s****rs. But as she came of age I found myself fantasizing about her little waist, full figure and naturally pink lips many times. But I knew in my heart of hearts that she was a young beauty with a lifetime of love and sex in front of her, and I never even imagined that she would truly want to let me make love to her. In short, this was an opportunity which I had dreamed of for years, however secretly. And there was no way I was going to miss this now that it had arrived, however unexpectedly. What little restraint I might have had left me in an instant. After all, I wouldn’t be screwing my daughter, I’d be screwing her best friend whose body I had craved for years. Besides, I figured that there was no way I could walk my daughter down the aisle with this raging erection. I walked over to kneel behind Paige as I unzipped my pants. She was so wet that her cum was running down her legs. I positioned myself behind her, looked at my daughter’s gorgeous spread legs, and pressed myself slowly in. Lacey’s mother had never felt this tight, and my dick entered heaven. As I pushed into her hot pussy, Paige’s lips were crushed against Lacey’s clit, and they both moaned. I pushed myself in and out slowly, driving myself into Paige and Paige into Lacey. Lacey’s breathing became faster and harder, and Paige mewled softly. Lacey leaned forward over Paige’s back and put her palm on my cheek. As I pushed in and out, she moaned softly, and her breathing fell into the rhythm I was setting. Her face flushed as her orgasm neared, and Lacey opened her eyes and tried to focus them on mine. She spoke in a slow breathless voice, her panting interspersed with her words. “Cum in her, Daddy. Hu-uh. Cum, uh-uh, in Paige. Cum now. Oooooooo!” As she tumbled into her orgasm, Paige and I came too. I thrust myself into Paige as far as I possibly could and shot my hot sperm deep into her. Paige’s lips were pressed against Lacey’s pussy, unable and unwilling to be anywhere else as she drank the cum which gushed from my daughter’s spread legs. And I felt Paige’s pussy spasming rhythmically around my straining dick. We all froze, each enjoying our massive orgasms together. After a few moments of straining and pressing ourselves into each other, we started to come down, and we slid slowly against each other as we started to gaspingly catch our breaths again. I knew that I had never experienced sex like it before, and I was pretty sure that neither of my girls had either. Finally we separated, and stood up to rearrange our clothes. The transformation was amazing. My daughter went from being a hot lesbian slut to a bride to be just by dropping her skirt. And once Paige pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt she was suddenly a virginal looking bridesmaid again. Or maybe not. She had a sexy glint in her eye that I don’t remember having seen before. I won’t say that we had quite regained our composure, but we were all three standing by the door and about to rejoin the wedding when there was a sudden knock and Mandy’s voice came from the other side, “Hurry up you two! Five minutes to showtime!” I looked at my daughter and her best friend and the question started from my mouth, but before I could speak, Paige spoke up. “Yes, Mandy knows. No, Mandy doesn’t like girls. I mean, we asked her once, and she was cool about it, but she didn’t want to. But she’s known about us for years, and she agreed to cover for our last quickie while my little girl’s still unmarried.” She gave Lacey a quick hug, and they touched their heads together. I was awestruck by the sight of these two beauties standing before me. Lacey’s blond hair and Paige’s dark hair were a perfect complement to each other. They were young and sweet, and I felt that my chest might burst from a combination of love, pride and lust. “But Daddy,” said Lacey. “There is just one thing.” I looked at her expectantly. “You can’t possibly walk me down the aisle like that!” Lacey’s eyes dropped to my crotch, and Paige and I saw what she was talking about. My dick had gotten way too much excitement to go down after just one orgasm, even though I was sure it was the most intense one ever in the history of the entire universe. It was straining against the front of my black tux, as obvious it could be. Lacey was right, there was no way I could walk her down the aisle like that. “I’ll tell you what, Dad,” Lacey said, reaching down and unzipping my pants. “I’ll let you come on me today, and we’ll do this right when we have more time. I mean, it is my wedding day and all.” For the first time my daughter’s hand touched my stiff manhood as she removed it from my pants. She gave it a quick caress and then she began to gather the skirt of her wedding dress to raise them again. “I do have to save something for Donald.” Paige giggled at that, and then spoke up. “Yeah, we’ve talked about you before. Lacey always told me that we could probably have you someday. We just didn’t figure that it’d be today.” When Lacey had her wedding dress bunched up under her breasts, she leaned forward and embraced me, and my hard cock slid against her taut naked belly. I was still wet with Paige’s cum and mine, and her warm skin felt almost as good as Paige’s hot pussy. Lacey buried her face in my shoulder as she held on tightly. She moaned softly when my hot dick touched her, almost as if I had actually entered her, and then she began grinding her tummy up and down my cock. I put my hands around her slim waist, and pulled her tight against my dick. Paige, not wanting to be left out, pressed herself against Lacey’s back, her face peeking over Lacey’s shoulder. “Look,” she said, “A Lacey sandwich!” She giggled melodically and Lacey smiled. Paige reached her hand around Lacey’s waist and grabbed my cock. She started moving her hand up and down with the same rhythm Lacey was using, sliding me against my daughter. I slid myself up and down, fucking my two new lovers simultaneously. Paige leaned forward and kissed me over Lacey’s shoulder, whose blond hair drifted over our softly touching lips. “Ooooh, babe, I want to taste him so bad!” Lacey said. “I know honey. I think I can arrange that,” Paige whispered in her ear. Paige’s free hand disappeared from Lacey’s shoulder. She reached down, shifted her clothes, and then in a moment reached her now wet finger towards Lacey’s mouth. Lacey closed her pink lips over Paige’s finger and sucked softly. While Paige watched closely, Lacey licked our cum off of her girl friend’s hand, and mewled softly at how good it tasted. Lacey lifted her leg up and wrapped it around me. She was still slowly grinding her tummy against me, and my dick was sliding up and down between her tummy and Paige’s fingers. It was almost like being inside of her, but somehow way more erotic. My breath was ragged, and I was almost ready to come again. I tried to look at her, but I couldn’t focus. Lacey took my face in her hands. She held me and looked me in the eyes. She said, “I’m going to kiss you daddy.” She paused a moment, and then pulled my lips closer to hers, all the while standing on one leg and grinding herself against my throbbing dick. “I’m going to kiss you, Daddy.” She spoke softly, and deliberately. She moved her face closer, and I felt her breath gently tickling my lips. “I’m going to kiss you, Daddy,” she whispered. Closer. “I’m going to….” Lacey’s lips touched mine. This was no daughterly kiss. Her lips pressed hard against mine, and her tongue slipped delicately into my eager mouth. My whole body spasmed from my lips to my toes, and I hurled a load of come up her tummy and chest. Over and over I spurted, as Paige kept rubbing me softly against Lacey’s tummy. I thrust and jerked forever, and then finally I could stand it no more, and had to break our kiss just so that I could gasp for some air. My thrusting slowed, and then stopped, although I was shaken by several aftershocks. My come, finished with it’s journey up towards Lacey’s heaving breasts, now drooled down her naked stomach, over my dick and Paige’s warm fingers. Lacey looked over her shoulder and shared a smile with Paige. They kissed softly. Lacey gave me a quick peck on the lips, put her leg down and held her wedding dress up and away from her tummy as she backed away from me. She bent over and watched my come ooze down her belly towards her crotch. Paige stepped around and looked, too. “A little help here, baby?” Lacey said. “I can’t have my Daddy’s come staining my dress before the wedding.” “No, that wouldn’t be right, would it?” Paige said, and then they both broke out laughing. Paige used the side of her hand to sc**** my cum down Lacey’s tummy towards her naked pussy. When she got there, she rubbed it into her, trying to press the white liquid inside my daughter’s waiting pussy. Of course, this was a fool’s errand, and she was obviously just taking the opportunity for a last bit of wet fondling. Paige said, “Best I can do, baby. At least it won’t stain your bodice.” They broke out in a giggle, and then Paige lifted her hand to their lips and they took turns licking off the juices. Lacey dropped her dress back down, and I put myself away. My girls each gave me a quick kiss and we all left the dressing room. Lacey got ahead of us walking to the top of the stairs, and Paige linked her arm in mine and whispered in my ear, “We’ll have to come up with something to do while she’s on her honeymoon, won’t we? I mean, she shouldn’t be the only one having fun the next two weeks.” I nodded mutely, still amazed at what had happened to me. Then I took Lacey’s arm in mine and as the Wedding March began to play, I walked down the aisle towards my daughter’s wedding.

Role play SeXStoRY

I use to date this very innocent looking woman but innocent she wasn't. That woman had a wild streak. She dressed very conserved, business suit that never showed off her body. But once that front door closed and she was wild.  She loved to role play mostly the hooker/John role. So here is one of those times. I come home from work and do my usual, snack on something and take a shower. But as I come out of the shower I see a note on the mirror telling me to dry off and go to the basement. Towel wrapped around my waist I cruise on over to the basement and this is what I find;  There is one over head light shining down on a large oval coffee table. In front of the table is an armless chair, a smaller table with a stereo on top and drinks mixes underneath. Leaning up on the stereo is a note reading;  Welcome to foxxies, tonight your private dancer tonight will be Beth. Help yourself to a drink, hit play, sit back and enjoy yourself. I hit play and make myself a drink. With-in a few minute my lady "Beth" comes walking in from a side room. All she has on are black thigh high boots, a black thong, matching black bra, a tight fitting fish net dress, hair pulled back with one tie and her hair flowing. She walks around the table talking to me, role playing a stripper, asking me what I was wanting and what I was willing to pay. I tell her I have money and would pay for whatever it takes to have her tonight.  She is walking around the chair, dragging her fingers across my body and stops infront of me, places her hands on the back of the chair, leans over and says; but first we must go over the rules.  Again she starts walking around the chair, dragging her fingers on my body and says; Rule number 1, NO touching. You must place your hands under your thighs. Rule number 2, NO touching yourself. No matter how tempting no touching or our session is over.  Rule number 3 NO, kissing unless I initiates it. She walks over, changes the music and starts dancing around infrornt of me, squeezing her titties and bending over showing me her ass. Every so often she would lean over and lightly lick my nipples and run her hand across the front of  the towel and rubbing my cock thru the towel. After the first song ended and she gets on the table and start moving around it on her hands and knees making sure I get a full view of her titties hanging and the deep cleavege. She turns and show me her ass and bounces back and forth doggie as if getting fucked. I hear her moaning and tell me; How good it would feel if I was inside her now, my cock jumped when she said that. She spins around, on her knees on the table and sits up.  Her hands are sliding up and down her body as she moans softly. She cups her tits, starts caressing them and pinching at her nipples thru her bra. She tells me how hard her nipples are getting and seeing my cock throbbing is making her pussy wet.  One of her hand slides down and starts rubbing her pussy as she starts bouncing up and down. She starts breathing heavier as she moans and saying, mmmmmmm, your cock look so nice and hard. I hope you have enough money so that cock doesn't go to waste.  My cock throbbing and I can feel precum coating the head of my cock. OMG here is my lady acting like a total stripper, masturbating infront of me and I cant do anything. She is starting to breath heavier and moaning deeper as she pinch and pulls her nipples. She is bounce up and down, simulating that she is riding a cock as rubs her pussy thru her thong.  Her moaning gets louder and she grinding her pussy against her hand and I knew what was next as her breathing quickens and she let out a loud moan, telling me she is gonna cum.  Her body tighten up as her hand grinds down on her pussy. She starts bucking as she takes herself thru an orgasm.  When she stops, she looks at me and tells me sorry she was to excite and needed a quickie.  She sits up off the table and dances around again, bending over infront of me, showing off her ass and deep cleavage.  After a couple songs she sit on the edge of the table before me, leaning in giving me a nice view of her deep cleavage. She starts rubbing my legs and slowly opens the towel exposing my now rock hard cock throbbing.  She leans back licks her lips and in a sexy soft voice says; mmmmmm that cock is making my pussy very wet. She slide the thong to one side and shows me how wet she really is. Making sure I get a good view, one hand spreads her lips open, the other is slowly running two fingers up and down her pussy. She slides those two fingers in, letting out a soft moan as she works her fingers in and out. Pushing her fingers deep, she slowly pulls them out and shows me how wet her fingers are. She slips those fingers in her mouth and moans as her lips wrap around her fingers and slide them out. She moans out; Mmmmmm, my pussy taste so good. Sliding her thong back over, she stands and dances around before stopping before me. Holding the hem of her dress she twist her body side to side slipping the dress up and off .   When the next song was a slow one and she stood before me slowly running her hands up and down her body. Her steps closer, before turns and sits on my lap.  Ever so slowly she grinds her ass against my cock. She reaches around with one of her hands and takes a grip on my cock, moaning and says; Mmmmmm, precum. She uses my precum as lube, slowly stroking my cock in tempo with her hips. Releasing my cock she tells me to undo her bra. When my hands touched her back she twitches letting out a moan. I unhook her bra, she stands and spins around cupping her bra.  She drops her hands letting the bra drop. Cupping her tits she caress them and slowly pushes one up to her mouth and suck her nipple into her mouth.   Standing close, she places her hands on the back of the chair and leans over, placing her titties inches from my mouth.  Cupping one, she tells me to open my mouth, feeding me her nipples and tells me to suck it, and suck it hard. As I do, she pulls the other.  In that sex voice she tells me;  Suck it hard, hold my nipple as long as you can in your mouth. She leans back, pulling her nipple, till it pops out of my mouth. She cups her other tit and put her other nipple in my mouth. I suck and flick my tongue all around till I feel her lean back again but this time I bite her nipple as I suck it making her lean back farther. She let's out a deep moan, telling me how good it feel and not to let go. But her nipple pops out and when it does she lets out a loud moan telling me how good that feels. We keep doing this till her nipples are hard, stretched and bright red from my biting.  She stands and turn sitting back making sure my cock slips in the cleft of her ass. She leans forward, holding the table she pulls it closer. Spinning around she sit on the coffee table.  Reaching out she makes a ring with her thumb and index finger grips rhe base of my cock. Sliding up, she collects all my precum and tightening the ring around the head collecting all my precum.  Cupping one of her tits, she coats her nipples with my cum. She stands and leans over me again and tells me to lick her nipples clean of my cum, which I do gladly. She stands, walks over to the back of the table, reaches under and pulls out  a black bag. She walks back around, sits on the edge of the table, place her feet on my chair and push herself back on the table. She reaches behind her, grabs the black bag and pulls out a tiny clit vibrator. Lifting her hips, she slips her thong down and off. Spreading her knees wide, she slips a hands down, one is spreading her lips open and the other pinches and rubs her clit.  Placing the vibrator on her clit she starts rubbing it quickly moaning loud and breathing heavy. She pumps two fingers in her pussy as the vibrator grinds down on her clit.  Suddenly she stops, leans up, placing her hands in my thighs and in a soft sexy voice says;  For an extra fee I have a special show for you. Are you willing to pay it? I moan out yes if she let's me lick my pre-cum from her tits again.  I can do you one better, she says.  Then she drops down taking my cock in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down quickly. Then she pops up and grabbing the back of my neck and kisses me sharing my precum.  Leaning back on the table, she grabs the bag and pulls out this big dildo.  It's clear, with a sucsion cup at the base, vainy, 8" long and very thick. First she ran the head of the dildo up and down her pussy, grinding the vibrator on her clit, giving herself several little orgasms. Sitting up on the table, she placed the dildo in the center and making it stick. Sliding up to it, squatting over it, holds it by the base, she slowly lower herself, take the dildo more and more till she is sitting on the table. Slowly her body rises and lowers fucking the dildo as her hands cup and massgae her titties. Every so often she pushes a nipple up to her mouth sucking and biting her nipple. She starts to bounce faster, fucking herself. I can see the dildo coated with her cum. She sits down hard taking most of the dildo and rubs her clit hard and fast taking herself thru an orgasm.  Slowly she starts bouncing, working that dildo in and out. It covered in her cum and even a large pool of cum surrounds the dildo. She sits back, spreads her legs wide, pull the dildo up from the table and quickly insert it deep in her pussy.  She moan for me to stand close to the table and jerk my cock off.  My cock is throbbing hard and already to cum. I stand, jerking my cock as I watch my lady working that dildo in and out of her pussy, pleasing herself and taking herself close to cumming again.  I moan I can't hold it much longer. My lady slides to the end of the table telling me to cum all over her body. A few more strokes and I grab the base of my cock and erupt. I shoot cum from her stomach to her neck.  She starts breathing short deep breaths and moaning out.  I stroke my cock a couple times and again hold the base of my cock shooting a second and third load of cum on her chest and neck.  Her body starts twitching and she moans out; here I cum!!!! She erupts in a hale of, omg, I'm cumming, oh shit and mmmmmmm's.  Quickly she pulls that dildo out of her pussy. She slides off the table and gets on the ground on her hands and knee. Looking over her should she tells me; I can't take it any longer, I needs to feel your cock in my pussy.  I get right behind her, holding my cock at the base and stuffing the head in her pussy.  As soon as I enter she is pushing back forcing my cock deep.  Again looking over her shoulder and in a dirty voice she says; now fuck me like a whore.  I took over from there.  I grabbed her shoulder pulling them back as I bury my cock in her pussy. She moans out; YES I slide back, then slam back forward. I quickly pick up a steady pace of fucking her hard and deep.  She is moaning; oh yes, that's it, fuck this whore deep, make me yours.  I grab a hand full of her hair, pulling her head back as one of my hands slams down on her ass, leaving an echoing sound of a slap ringing thru the air.  The room is filled with her and I moaning and talking dirty.  She suddenly tightens up she takes a deep breath and holds it.  I grab her hips and starts pumping my cock deep.  She is moaning when she let's out a deep groan and I feel a gush of her cum rush out of her pussy as she releases a huge orgasm. Her body collapses on the bed, bucking. My cock slips out but I lay right on top of her and my cock slides between her legs and into her pussy.  She pushes her ass up giving better access as I pump my cock as fast as I can. I'm so close to cumming.  When my lady starts moaning; cum for me baby, cum in me deep, fill this whore up with your cum.  That took me over the edge and buried my cock deep. My lady starts clenching her ass and releasing as if milking my cock telling me; now give this whore your cum, cum baby, cum.  I explode in her and she slowly milks my cock to a stop.  I love role playing. It got even better when she found out I was bi. 

Mostly True Tales: My First Daddy SeXStoRY

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was totaly pleased SeXStoRY

A story the is fictional and only by chance relates to real people. As I layed on the massage table recieving the full body massage from a young asian girl I had been to on a few occasions I was asked if ther was anything extra, she could give me. I asked what was on offer and she read of a list of sexual things and prices, I opted for a handjob and lay on my back and removed my towel, my cock lay lifeless inbetween my legs as Poppy oiled up her hands. She lightly gripped my cock and massaged it gently as it slipped through her oily hands making in firm, as she pulled the skin back revealing the head I groaned making it harder than ever, she rubbed the shaft slowly and cupping my balls skweezing them gently, she let go and undone her uniform letting it slip from her body to reveal a smooth skin that was tanned in colour, her tits were a nice size with thick black nipples, she was wearing a pair of black high thigh panties that had a lace front showing a smooth pussy behind it. She said you like I nodded my head in agreement as she resumed to rub my cock, she carried on slowly rubbing my dick as the shaft and head grew with her touch, she lowered her head and slowly sucked my cock taking a good length down her throat, her head slowly bobbing away, I could feel her tounge wrapping around the shaft as she started to remove her panties. She lifted her head of my cock it was standing to attention the head glowing like a bulb as it shone where she had sucked it, I could now see her sexy naked body and the little pussy she had, she climbed onto the table and lowered herself onto my thick cock taking full control. She moved up and down as my cock was being coated in her pussy jucies. I held her tits as she moaned begging to fuck her hard I grabbed her slim waist driving my cock deep inside her as I felt her muscles clamp my cock like a vice. I helped her turn round as she pushed up in the crab like postition driving my hard rod into her pussy my balls hung like a sack, she started to moan loudly as she mumbled it a good fuck and wanted more, as she drove her hips down locking the base of my cock with her muscles, she started to grind her hips. I felt my cock pulse knowing I wouldn't last much longer, she moved slowly being in full control on when I would cum as she felt my cock pulse she would slow down until I had no other option and pumped a huge load into her sweet pussy. She got of her pussy dripping cum she dipped her finger into her pussy then sucked it saying my cum tasted sweet, I got of the table as my limp cock hung down, she knelt down and sucked my cock saying she wanted a good fuck again from a big cock, I asked how much it would cost she shook her had saying this one free for last load in pussy, as she sucked it all into her mouth, I groaned and let my head fall back, as the sensation of her mouth sucking my cock felt. I was now semi hard as I felt her small hand cup my balls and the other rub my ever hardening cock as she sucked it like a hungry whore. My cock was now throbbing as she pulled her head of my now solid rod. She stood up and bent over the table opening her legs so I could see her pussy, the pink flesh showed from her slit as I moved behing her feeding my cock into a wet pussy. I moved slowly my cock being coated in my spent load that now mixed with her juices, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pushed iot up her arse, as she begged for more groaning loudly saying it a good feel. I slid my cock in and out of her hole as I grabbed her hips driving in and out like a randy mutt fucking a bitch, she mumbled she was cumming and demanded harder as I rammed my cock into her, I felt a surge in my cock as I pumped a load into her triggering a huge orgasm from her as her hips bucked with my cock still in her. I pulled out as cum dribbled from her hole I slumped in the chair as Poppy still bent over the table not able to move, I could see her pussy slightly open and shinning with her juices, she started to move her hands on her tits feeling her nipples as she stood up saying she was still horny would I like to have a pussy licking show, I agreed thinking I had never seen one before. She picked up the phone and made a short call, before another young Asian girl came in her name was Linda, Poppy asked what I would like I shrugged my shoulders saying no idea just what ever they wanted. Poppy moved towards Linda kissing her deep on the mouth as she started to feel lindas body, she then started to undo Linda's uniform to reveal a slender body in a pink bra and matching thong, Poppy then undone the bra and started to suck her nipples as Linda leaned about table before letting poppy pull her thong down to reveal a pussy that had a small black patch of pubic hair on it, Poppy then knelt down and licked Lindas pussy making her groan. Linda now lay on the table and Poppy was on her knees licking her pussy like mad I got up to get a better look, Linda reached out and rubbed my cock I reached down to feel Linda's tits and hard nipples, I watched as Poppy feasted on Linda's pussy, I could see her nibbling her clit as my cock now was at half mast and getting harder at the show I was getting, Linda was now moaning loudly begging for more as she opened her mouth and sucked my cock, he tounge flicking the slit in the head of my dick. I reached back and rubbed Poppy's clit as she licked linda's pussy as Linda orgasmed in a muffled moan as my cock was in her mouth, Poppy carried on eating Linda's slit not letting up as I rubbed Poppy's clit faster before I cum in Linda's mouth and poppy cum as well, my cock slipped out of Linda's mouth and poppy moved up as she kissed and shared my load between them as the felt each other bringing each oth both to orgasm again, I got dressed and left totaly satisfied.

My sluts' Torture Dice SeXStoRY

My sluts' Torture Dice Rules: My slut must endure whatever set of various and "random" tortures produced by various rolls of two dice. Setup: My slut must decide to either a) play her game on webcam here on xhamster, or b) play in private. Equipment needed: 2 dice, webcam, clamps, sensation toys (peppers, toothpaste, icy hot, tobasco sauce, etc), 6 feet of rope, and 1 rubber band (the tighter and wider the better) Start of Game: My slut will be blindfolded, bound at the ankles, and on her knees. If my slut chooses to play on webcam - she is to roll both dice - the sum of both dice will be the number of tortures she must endure. If my slut chooses to play in private, she will roll both dice twice, and that sum of all dice will be the number of tortures she must endure. My slut will them roll both dice again, and the sum of both dice will be the number of minutes she must endure each torture (with the exception of ass fucking, where she will only be fucked for 30 seconds, and then spanked on each butt cheek the number of minutes she is to be tortured for). At the start of each round, my slut will roll both dice. The chart below describes what the torture will be, and where it will be applied. The highest numbered die will be the activity, and the lowest will be the location on the body. Lowest Number Highest Number Body Part Activity 1 Breasts Bound 2 Pussy Clamps 3 Ass Fuck 4 Nipples Slap 5 Clit Sensation 6 Thighs Rubber Bands At no time is my slut permitted to orgasm. Each orgasm by the slut, will result in two more dice being thrown, adding to the number of tortures she will endure prior to the end of the game. She will also add one more die to every game following this one, adding to the number of tortures she must endure. Once the dice are rolled, and the torture is started, it will not stop for any reason. Should my slut call out the "yellow" safety word, she will be given a 60 second break, and she will also roll a die again, and add that number to the number of tortures added onto the end of the game. Once her torture is complete, she will pick a playing card from a 54 card deck, each of which has a name or phrase written on it. The card picked will be written on the body part that was just tortured, in whichever color I deem fit. If my slut chose to play on webcam, I will open up the floor to one suggestion of torture to her tits, with the toys available. Once that suggestion is fulfilled, her round is over. If she picked to play in private, a picture will be taken of the area that was tortured and written on. Keep in mind that the slut will be blindfolded throughout, so she will not know how many tortures she must endure, or what tortures are chosen by the dice. However, photo and/or video evidence will be made available to the slut afterwards. Each round will consist of the above procedure, until she has endured the set number of tortures. At that point, she will thank everyone in the cam room, if she is playing on cam, and will then pose for a picture of each area of her body to be posted onto xhamster, along with a body shot from her neck to her thighs. If she chose to play in private, she will thank me by deepthroating my cock, and opening up her throat to a deep face fucking. Once she cries, and her mascara runs, and she makes me cum, a picture of each part of her body, along with a body shot from her neck to her thighs, will be posted to xhamster. She will be provided as much aftercare as she needs. She will then have 72 hours to write her journal of her dice game experience onto her xhamster profile for all to review. Happy rolling!!!

HEAT SeXStoRY

Chapter 1 Trees flitted through Shawn's window, their droning a soothe for his mind as the train cut though their wake. New York City was a few hours in his past, and all his knotted up tension and the grind of the kitchen still echoed in his muscle memory. He couldn't shake away the anticipating mental rote of planning his station's 'mise en place' list. Today's list, even though he was sitting here, on the first day of a much-needed vacation. Cooking was like that, it took time to detox from the grind of constant expectation. Trees at 70 mph he noted, seemed to help. He had a full week off to visit with his mother, who had lived in Delaware ever since his father had passed going on six years earlier. She was a successful novelist, and the relocation to a slower pace to write and recover seemed to well suit her. Shawn kinda hated it. He had been born in 'The City' over thirty years ago, and it was as firmly a part of him as any other. The aggression, the competition, the hustle, the magic was his life bl**d. Trees, save the fast moving blur of them, just didn't "do it" for him usually. He leaned uncomfortably in his seat and arched his back. He had sat in a group seating area to try to maximize his leg room, but the maximum of nothing was still nothing. He was tall, 6'5" exactly, and had a good deal of physical presence. But none of it usually availed him in uncomfortable places. He guessed if he had a rich girlfriend they could have purchased a first class car but he'd never experienced his late father's luck at finding someone worth it or even rich. He had spent his 20's having trysts and flings, and he had spent his early 30's recycling the same habits. Unsurprisingly, nothing had stuck. To his admitted detriment, he tended to think of women in kitchen terms. He took them like a hot pan, hung on till he dropped them or got badly burnt. The physical proof of these burns were more flagrant than the emotional. His arms were terrible and currently brazen in his white tank-top. It appeared as if a sizzling snow-board had woven down his forearms. Repeatedly. Each burn was around 1-2 inches long, the searing thickness of the edge of a sizzle-plate, or a half sheet, or a sauté, roundeau or just anything grabbed under pressure and scorch-kissed against the forearm in axial urgent movement. Most of these burns were old. Dark blurry red and brown marks. But the fresh ones, glazed, and shiny, made all of them appear collectively gruesome. Shawn looked up to glimpse a pair of saucy eyes also following the surveyed sears of his flesh. He hadn't noticed her sit down, lost in his thoughts. But here she was, sitting directly adjacent from him in the opposite group seat.... Light brown skin, of some almost Indian decent, like maybe Pakistani. She was impossible to miss if you weren't lost in culinary tree dreams. Light brown delicate complexion, deep brown eyes & a dark brown bob of hair framing her eyes, jaw and lips. She was doll-sized, but her presence wasn't plastic. It was quite definitely on some display though. She wore a dark designer dappled cotton t-shirt with some artful rips showing both skin and the fabric of her bra. Her breasts were hardly substantial enough to warrant one. But her small frame didn't demand more. She wore a stylised mid length skirt, with small bare feet in a pair of snug black glossed non-kitchen clogs. The eyes, the bob, the rips, the look...wow. She reciprocated his slow survey, returning his look without insecurity, or the coyness so often associated with catching someone's eye. This wasn't a catch, it was a hunt. She crossed her legs and leaned back slowly studying him. They both smiled. He broke from his reverie of her appearance as two pairs of seriously large people sought to sit in their shared group seating area. They both shared a sigh of mutual annoyance and sought the aisle. Getting trapped in the group seats, with a big group kinda killed the advantage of sitting there in the first place. They rose, simultaneously, literally slamming into each-other and her falling back down. Yeah, she was tiny. And he wasn't. "Oh! Sorry!" He exclaimed. "Sarah," she said weakly, as she regained her feet. He heard her, but failed to keep her gaze as she adjusted her thankfully high hiked skirt. Oh. Oh. Wow. "Oh Sorry, Sarah." she continued with greater emphasis, catching his roving eyes with another smile. They both stepped back letting the other big passengers through. "When I get thrown down by a big guy, I like him to use my name." She kept smiling. Shawn reached over after the migration of passengers and put his hand on her shoulder. His finger tips almost grazing the middle of her miniature frame. He smiled :"Completely noted, I promise I will." They were closer than he had intended, but she smelled amazing. He continued: "Feel like taking a walk?" He took a breath and added, "Sarah." He just said her name, but it felt good. And yeah she liked his burns, and he liked her clogs. She was a new hot hot hot pan. He kept his hand on her back but slid it down boldly feeling the channel of her spine and amazingly compact form under his paced fingers. He held his other hand outstretched, hopeful she would take it. She slipped both her tiny hands into his one, as if she was about to curtsey. And he pivoted quickly, dropping his duffel on his seat and ensuring the manatee couples adjacent to them that they would return. The train shook quickly after about 15 steps and they fell back against the metal bathroom door that was rattling slid-ajar. He stumbled and she fell quite gracefully flush back into him. She was warm, and close, and tilted her head back against his chest to catch his eye. The metal of the door finally stopped shaking and he slid the door open just as she spun around him and inside. He slammed it closed again, hitting the lock as she placed both hands around his neck. He gently pushed her away from him against the sink pantomiming another throw-down. Following with a playful "Oh! Sorry, Sarah." She replaced her hands, this time more f***efully and quipped, "And I don't know your name." "Nope." he replied and dipped low to scoop under that skirt with both arms, grabbing her ass f***efully, picking her up. She melted into him and they kissed. Slowly. Surprisingly slowly. As frantically as the physical had begun to notch, their lips were on smolder. She writhed with compacted movement against his hands. Her ass was literally hot to the touch, & filled his grip. And he gripped. They broke after a luxurious minute and he let her sink down his body to the floor. He ripped off his tank top and bunched it on the sink's counter to give her a warmer place to get wet. She ran her fingers up his chest, grabbing his body pulling him forward. Her ass firmly spread, on its precipice, her skirt naturally rehiked itself up her legs. It gave him the time, the invitation to touch. Her. Everywhere. His hands gave sampled rough squeezes all over. Learning her grips, teaching her his. Her neck, with a thumbed tracing of her clavicle through the ripped shirt, her shoulders and her arched back with its edged line of hard-working muscle. The suck of her jaw, he held it and he kissed it. Touched, nuzzled, kissed, he met her body with his. In rapid succession she shared his grips by pushing against him and grabbing back. No form of accident found him on his knees with his eyes nearly closed tasting her contours. Feeling the goosebumps of her inner thighs graze his lips. She helped to guide him down and took the initiative to slide the crotch of her soggy black panties to the left, giving him full access to her eagerness. He took wet hard sucks and lingering licks on her inner thigh. Biting her loins and flicking his wet tongue hard against the taut muscle. She leaned forward kissing the top of his smooth crew cut; then scratching little manicured claws down his back. He let the corners of his mouth release his salivation at the tasty edge of her labia. She was kissing and sucking on his neck and back. Biting and scratching like an overpowered a****l. She was special. Her honey pot was tinged with a dark purple color and a ready glisten. With purple wrinkled outer lips and an inner pink blossom. He kissed it. It wasn't his style to go right for it, he liked to ramp up. Tease. But he didn't, he couldn't resist. He kissed and made out with her lavender color. She whimper'd. And full drum slapped her tiny hands on the canvas of his back. Fuck yeah. He used his tongue quickly, to playfully get the sweet out of her pulp. She started to gyrate her hips against his face, f***efully sliding that wet pussy up and down his nose and chin. He took his right hand and curled 2 fingers into her hungry hole and started jiggling the tiny hood of her clit with his tongue. He began long licking between his fingers, alternating between glazing the outside and then the inside of each sculpted lip. She slapped both hands on his face, guided him to where she wanted it and told him, "Lick there, lick there!" And he licked. Right. There. Her pearl grew in its presence immediately and peek'd out under the friction'd buds of his taste. He met her eyes and took it tingling awake between his lips. Suckling it and flicking his tongue against it raw. She moaned loudly wriggling out of her bra and squeezing her kebob worthy pointy hard brown nipples. He suckled on the perked clit, flicking it deliciously whilst still resuming every chance he got to lick her: There. He kept digging his deep curled fingers up inside her toward her stomach. He beckoned with his two fingers, fast curling them into her. She oozed honey into his palm. Oh, it tasted so good. She dragged his head up and kissed him. He started finger banging her hard and they kissed again without smolder. Pure hungry face sucks. He unconsciously started to buck his hips, the kisses were so fuck-oriented. He grabbed the crotch of her bunched panties, and ripped them off and they hit the floor of the train bathroom with a sopping impact. Her skirt not far behind. He got back down on his knees and she popped off the sink in front of him. They looked at each-other eye to eye, him on his knees, her almost naked save a ripped t-shirt on the balls of her feet. Her tiny form only inches taller than his long one. He lifted her up and she squeak'd in surprise as he planted his hands on her back, her ass in the crooks of his arms. She wrapped her legs around his head for balance. She gripped the train ceiling's luggage loops for even more support and squeezed her thighs tight around his face, covering his ears. He couldn't care less; he kissed the wet jelly of total pussy immersion. Deep kisses, sucking the edges of her hole just so he could take a breath and then back to tongue slapping her folds. Pussy juice ran down the middle of his chest muscles and her wetness quiver'd. He ate. And ate. And swallowed. And in about 10 minutes, she rode his chin to a rolling barrage of pelvic hiccups. Her body shook, she moaned. He could feel it most of all in his ears that got inadvertently flogged by her clapping thighs. Finally the pressure around his head released and he relented his kissing and let her sensitivity recalibrate, sucking instead on her thigh run-off. Lapping up that flavor. He took the time to unbutton his fly and let his thick cock flop heavy out of his pants. He stayed knelt on one knee but let her slide her wetness down his stomach. Her brown tootsie roll nipples penetrated that dappled shirt with its overpriced rips so well it actually looked more sexual than sexy. Nip fucking her own t-shirt to the hilt. Her ass was so grip-worthy. Just made to be squeezed. She laughed: "Ooooh my god, that was awesome!!" He started to suck on her longest nipple. The right one. She laughed again, right up against his ear. "You're NOT full yet?" He smiled, he liked her laugh it reminded him of his mom. Full of life and sexy. He was thinking about his mom while sucking on this girl's nipples. Oh my... If only people on a cook's paycheck could afford therapy.... He laughed at the ridiculous thought and replied: "Full? No! You?" She purred, like literally. And gave him another laughter-induced dose of his mom. He was rock hard, thinking about his mom again. He rose up on two feet, with bent knees and swung his cock hard against her spread ass before she even began to say something. The smack of his heavy cock on held ass was so powerful, and flush of skin on skin friction lit up her eyes. He was on fire. He wanted to fuck her, pound her, suck her tits and hear her laugh. He stood up fully and effortlessly flipped her body in his arms. She gave him a final excited mirthy laugh & wriggled out of her ripped shirt.. and hung. Her naked form inverted. He could feel her long curry nips flick down his abs. Her hot breath on his cock as she spoke: "Oh My God." He was used to this reaction. He didn't have a tremendously long dick, not any more than average. But it was criminally thick. Like a veined 20 ounce bottle thickness. She took her hands and gripped his hilt and shaft hand over hand. Wrapping both little fists around his shaft she started. Sucking. Fiercely. And his tongue speared her pussy hole back. She slurped his cum hole working to wrap her mouth firmly over it. He resumed the cinema of her much much much more puffy purple lips. Seeing her juices start to pool out now into her asshole and drip down her back was a nice affirmation. "Mmmmmmhhhmmm!". "Mmmmmmmmmm!" They both started to moan as she stretched her lips over the meaty edges of his cock head and sunk her lips on his veined girth. He dropped his pants and boxers around his knees. Her little sharp nails felt great hard gripped and clamped on his shaft. She was milking him. Making his shorn heavy balls start to swing playfully against her forehead. She worked her mouth with hunger. She sucked and sucked and while she did it her pussy continued to drip earthy cum flavor into his heavy licks. He dug his tongue as deeply as he could inside her and just ramped her taste into his mouth. She was devouring him with rapid bobs. She started to go TOO wild. And he palmed her skull hard and guided her hunger down his meaty stick. She dropped her topmost hand and let him. She took his cues, and slowed down. And then teased him. Tight gripping fist and hungry wet mouth working fast and then slow, fast and then slow. She relaxed her grip when she sped up and vise-gripped him when she went slow. And he could feel the cum in his balls stir and then recede and then stir uncontrollably and then recede. She was guiding him to an ungodly load, storing it ready and then milking deeper. Rubbing his taint with wet slobber fingers teasing his cum storage. And she was doing it upside down! Oh...my.... His knees got weak. It was unbearable how good it felt and how perfectly on the cusp he was without exploding. What a cock suck. Every minute he felt closer and then more amazed by her control. He stopped licking, and fell back against the wall and just moaned her honey down his chin. The cock coughs built. She rubbed his taint harder in between sucks. She released her grip fully and just opened her mouth so wide it and let him pump her with his hips. OH FUCK He palmed the back of her head and pushed her deeper. He let her recover and did it again, filling her lips out as much as deep. She stopped sucking and saliva poured out his mouth and she gasped, "HOLD ME." He scooped her ass with his entire right arm, burns and all against his patient guided licks and the new visiting fingers of her emerging hand up to rub her pussy while he resumed his moaning licks. His other hand gripped her bob and guided her deep hard sucks up and down his trunk thick shaft. Her fingers rubbed the fuck out of her pussy dragging her labia back and forth aggressively against his face and tongue. Rough rubbing her hood so hard her pink looked like a whirlpool. He kissed and sucked on her angry fingers. His cock trembled to cough ropes of cum into her. And as he tasted another of her cums, he was ready for his own. It was his turn and he was so overdue for a release. She was gonna receive everything she had earned. He grabbed the base of his cock and started to finish himself, as she raised her stuffed vocal chords in excited-exhausted anticipation. Just then, the AmTrak announcement blared into the P.A system: "WE ARE NOW PULLING INTO WILLMINGTON, DELAWARE" .......... Already? ........... He literally dropped her with the panic. She swung down, spitting out his cock, falling twisted, face batter'd against his bent knees. "OOMPH, what the fuck," she shrilled. He grabbed his tank off the sink, and slipped into to it. His balls were shrieking at him, but he slap-fought his cock back into control. He pulled up his jeans fastening them. But the button fly? He couldn't waste the time on more than a frantic button. "This is your stop?" Sarah asked in his frenzy. Salvia was webbed over her lips, her eyes wide, incredulous. He didn't respond. There was no time, and what was he supposed to say? He quick splashed some water on his face; it was glazed like a fucking donut. He grabbed some moist wipes someone had left on the sink and rubbed his chest and chin and mouth. And, then he went to open the door. "Stop I'm naked!" And she was, sitting on the metal tread floor of the bathroom, they had literally ripped the clothes off this chick. She looked up at him in total disbelief. Her legs wide open, her pink hole showing its dark overly tongued hollow and still outlined by those insanely purple lips. What the fuck. Her hole was open. It was open. Pink and dark. He looked at her in misery as the train started to break. "Miss your stop!" she said frankly. "Just miss it. I will suck you, I will fuck you. You KNOW how I suck, now let me show you more." He stared at that open fucking hole like he was hypnotized. She saw his gaze and freak rubbed it to emphasis its readiness. She reached up and repopped open his fly. Talking as she worked his leaking pole out back into the open... "I will give you every part of me. My ass! My face! My pussy! Just miss the stop and pound me with this tasty b**st." She grabbed him. Hard. With f***e. Regripped him and slowly returned it to milking. With his cock fully back out Shawn just looked down and let her do it. She jerked him hard and rubbed his open cock hole against her hard titless dark nipples. The train started to break even more heavily and the momentum sent another dribble of escapee cum water out of his cock. Wetting her nipples. Seeing this...she went into overdrive. Pumping her fist over the neck of his cockhead she put head in her mouth and looked up at him. Her tight fist pounding up and down against her mouth while she rubbed her pussy so hard in concert with her other hand that her glazed baby tits rippled. She sucked another sticky pool of leakage off his tip and kept her pussy busy giving him the same pleasure-pained needy mirror'd expression that his whole being personified. She stood and sucked him by the cock back to the sink and sat back on it naked. Drool lancing down her stomach, shoulder blades against the mirror, she opened her legs wide on the precipice of the sink. "TAKE IT," she commanded. The train stopped. They could hear the passenger doors clatter open. He had to leave, he had to, but he couldn't. But he had to. "TAKE IT! TAKE ME!" Ah fuck! He needed to cum, he needed it. He went to reach for a condom but his tip was firmly guided against her hole. Her legs spread, back arched, nipples pursed and wrinkled in their erect cum pluck. She looked up at him, skull against the mirror and... was about to say something more but he relented. He sunk in, the elasticism of her first fold gripping the underside of his weighted cockhead with frictioned suction. "UHHHHHHHHNGGGGGH" she MOANED. Finally experiencing his raw thickness, she closed her eyes. He took a firm hand hold on her nakedness, grabbing her harshly."Shhh..." "Thick...." she purr'd, slowly reaching up to cup his neck. "Shhhhh-Shawn, that's my name. Now you know it." He grabbed her ass and took her straight to his hilt, landing down the last 5 inches of his shaft in a hard thrust. She took it. All the friction, all the f***e. She took it and whined. He threw back into her desperately again, again, again, rekindling the need. The raw smack of condomless train sex. She was sooo wet, but he was soooo thick that the friction was still so intense and every motion-laced second, every inch, every smack of his hilt against her...rippled her flesh. Her nipples jiggled. "Oooooh... Shawn fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me," she repeated every hard pump into his ear. She leaned forward and bit his neck so hard that he flipped her over on the sink. She gripped the thin counter and arched her ass up on the balls of her feet and he wrestled into her hard again. The mirror. She was tiny, her face open, mouth, eyes, her entire face open under his pounding. She was making sooo much noise.... She made noise just in trying to breathe against the ball slap on her clit. He moaned and just gave in to it, the raw fuck that he needed so fucking bad. His cock slid in and out of her pussy always dragged back by those plunger gripping purple lips. His shaft kept fully escaping but her grip on his cock head was too intense to pop out and she pulled him back in. He was pumping. He was pounding. But she was TAKING. Actively taking him, as aggressively and as hungrily as it was possible. He couldn't stop his body's need for release as it arose again! --------- WILLMINGTON, DELAWARE --------- "FUCK!" he swore. He just needed to fucking cum. But he needed time, just like a minute but he... "FUCK SARAH! He hung from the luggage racks still sweaty from her momentary grips before and just hung and she took over. Ramming back against his erect meat. Pussy swallowing him and rolling her hips against his trembling thighs. "Oh FUCK ME SHAWN!" ------- WILLMINGTON, DELAWARE------- ------FINAL WARNING------ all passengers with tickets to... She laughed. Laughter that cut right through everything and made him think about the one woman he couldn't let down. He didn't wait to hear her protest and popped wet and hard of her hole. With one hand wiggling the locked door open while he THREW his cock repeatedly back down into his jeans. None of the repeats made it. Seconds later the collective "GASP" from the line waiting for the bathroom made him grimace as he cupped his open fly with its splayed buttons and raged cock head in his curled palm. Further louder gasps revealed they had looked inside by the time he got back to his seat. His balls were screaming at him, his soggy cock was honestly making it impossible to walk. He grabbed his duffel-bag from the pod of seated whales and poised it in between himself and the last passengers jostling in line waiting for the doors to hopefully not close. His cock was out. Out of his underwear and pants, and only the pressure of him quite literally fucking his duffel kept it from being obvious. The train doors opened and he walked stiffly, all puns intended, off the train. He immediately saw his mother waving. There was no real station or depot, just a parking lot. And she was leaning on the trunk of her car. He was caught in a moment of pure ***WTF***. He was literally about to cum a raging bucket mere seconds ago & now he was waddling toward his mother with his hard cock slow Pakistani-sliming a canvas duffel And his mother????? She looked like a matron goddess. She was around 5'6" and radiated both strength and warmth with shoulder length smoky blonde hair, a button nose and baby blue eyes. She wore a summer shirt dress with more than a few buttons undone due to the heat. And some quirky summer hat. Even in her 50's, she was a presence that gravitated notice. Her body was more full than chubby, just not thin. She had full breasts, but not perky, more like form fitting. They sloped down off her chest, without really offering any cleavage. But something about them, and her in general made him grip his duffel-bag and drive it f***efully against his pulsing thickness. More f***efully than before. Don't let her laugh. "Shawn!" she called. She reached up to give him a hug, made awkward by his grip on the duffel hanging around his neck and between them. She let one hand slide against the sweat run edged muscle of his lower back, and tickled the other hand down the long length of his shoulder, bicep, skipping the interior forearm and wrist. This was a forgotten commonality -his mother was a toucher. She would always do it to him as a c***d, to help him sl**p, and he had completely and utterly forgotten. The touch was like a grazing wave of stimulation and he shivered unconsciously. "Unnnnnhghn" he moaned unconsciously, he fucking couldn't help it, he was on the verge. Totally over stimulated and she was coaxing his fucking skin. She laughed, misunderstanding his gauntness ,and quipped something intelligible to that effect.. She laughed. And he thought immediately about Sarah in the bathroom. Ironic, always thought about the woman not there. "So good to see you. You need to get out of the heat?" She gave him another hug and laughing again went to kiss him. He ducked it, "Yeah. yeah.. Let's get outta the heat Ma, great to see you too. Really!" "Shawn, don't you want to put that in the trunk?" referring to the duffel he had now fucked deeper than Sarah. He shook his head and waited for her to cross behind the car to throw it in the back seat and get one middle button of his pants buttoned. His cock was in dire pain and still baton hard. He rested his palm on his lap and could feel the penile pulse of his erection mindlessly drumming the denim of his underfly. His mother was all smiles as she got back into the car. He rolled down the window, nervous that the train was still inexplicably stranded at the station. "Your s****r is off for the weekend but she is working tonight and tomorrow...Are you ill? You look frantic." She laughed. "Honey, you look constipated." She paused.... "Are you? Because I have some stuff..." She started searching around in her purse and Shawn saw the conductor walking a completely dishevelled, barely clothed Sarah off the train, a hand firmly on her shoulder Shawn caught his eyes, not hers. And panic'd. "MA! PLEASE! Let's move, I promise, I will tell you on the way. We gotta move." She was taken aback but started the car and barked a few choice words at him for, "15 yards!' Unnecessary gruffness." They pulled out and as they made a wide turn Sarah caught Shawn's eyes. "SHAWN!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU SHAWN!!! FUCK YOU!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! YOU GOT ME THROWN OFF THE TRAIN!!! ALL TRAINS!! FOR 24 HRS!!! WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO?" Sarah had extricated herself from the Conductor and was storming forward, make-up runny, and looking marvelously hot for being totally psycho scary. Yeah. He wasn't limp. It wasn't fun anymore, it was painful. He was over-stimulated. His mother sped up to the intersection and took an aggressive right. She purred, fully amused. "I see you still love making friends. You are definitely going to tell me on the way. I can't wait!" He grimaced and interrupted her. "Ma, is there a private area, a hiking trail, a rest stop, some place not around people? If you want this story, I might need to take care of some things first." She looked at him inquisitively and chuckled: "Well, I got good and bad news..." It was his turn to return the look. "Good news is Yes; bad news is that I got caught there last Thursday giving Mr. Parsons a vigorous lap massage." Her laugh was now a full blown guffaw, and not really as endearing. This was his mother's humor, it was how she thought. And how she had grossed her two grown k**s out since they were of age to get the humor. It was also how she caused Shawn's now unmassaged lap to go cardiac. The button was fully teetering now in response to an inadvertent pelvic cough. "That sounds great, just great," he deadpanned and she laughed again. ********** The ride to the overlook was about 20 minutes. 20 minutes was exactly the time he needed to answer a laughter based cross-examination from his mother of everything that happened on the train. Every laugh made him shiver. "So you just left her there? On the ground naked? After all that?" Shawn didn't really like his mother's tone. He replied, "All what? It's a moving train, we didn't sign a pre-nup. I had to get out so I didn't miss the stop.". She grimaced, "Oh honey that is just awful, I am so sorry." She burst out laughing. Tried to regain composure, failed and laughed again. "That is ridiculous, but ridiculously funny. Run off into there and finish up." He looked at her incredulously, fully intending to do so but not wanting to talk to her about it. "Shawn, we are adults, do you really think I don't know why you are running to a bathroom?" She got out of the car, stretched, turned and leaned against her driver's side door peeking in the open window. She bent her elbows peering in at him: "Go quickly and come back. I don't want to be here long, the ranger makes me nervous." He didn't really feel like arguing, but looking down past her face he saw the swaying flesh of her breasts as she turned and leaned toward him. He got paused by the raw angled exhibition of her breasts. Not artificial and made up in a teeny-bopper push-up bra, like he was so used to. But bra absent under the fit of the shirtdress they hung, both curving forward and freely swinging. She was unaware. "But really, honey, I don't see why you wouldn't just...pardon my french, but fuck her and call me to pick you up on the next stop. It's like a 25 min further drive, we right now are almost there. From what you obviously haven't told me, but I can see in your expression, well it seems like it was awesome. Seems pretty stupid to me to waste awesome sex because of your dear old mother." He had lost his train of thought when he caught a full glimpse of two thick-tipped pink rope-ends of nipple swing. The physical reaction was immediate, he lost his focus and his cock-head mushroomed straight up and erect, splaying his loose-buttoned situation. "OH SHIT!" It was a shared exclamation. He had been almost to a soft rubbery mere minutes ago and now it felt worse than ever. He was more than hard, he was rigid engorged and caught like he had a tight cock ring on. Her rocking was made worse into jerked bounces as she wide-eye and sputter'd : "Put that THING away. What? Are you nuts?" He responded back before he could bite his tongue: "Stop swinging those big nipple tits, what the fuck do you think is causing this, DEAR OLD MOM?" He couldn't take the accusatory tone out of his voice. He wasn't just hard, he was Hard 3.0 and he couldn't just put it away, it was straight up, thick, heavy, drooling and showing no signs of sway or pulse. He gripped it hard and by doing so inadvertently dribbled another line of precum. Fuck. He started to lightly jerk his grip upward, fuck decency, his mother's bullshit, he was fucked either way and he had to release. "I'm 54 years old, Shawn. Are you seriously saying that these saggy things..." she gripped under them angrily and brought them forward showing traditional cleavage and straining the top edge of her areolas to peek out her dress, "Are causing THAT!?!" Any social grace he ever had, was MIA. "Do you see those fat fucking nipples? YES! Does this seem fake to you? I can see your tits swinging and look at this b**st! What the fuck do you expect? Either leave, or take them out and let me cum." They weren't really angry - just freaked out. He could see it in her eyes; he felt it in his own. Fine, yes, yes he had always found his mother attractive. Of course he had, he was fucked. It was definitely a turn on, as evident with Sarah. But it was a secret turn-on, nothing he wanted known or shared between them. All of this, everything, this was a series of extenuating circumstances since the train that had led him to this. He had to just take care of this and die of embarrassment later. She was equally embarrassed. "Jesus Christ." She took off her summer wide-brimmed hat and sighed. Eyes drifting up and down his slow squeezing pumps. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." "Get in the car, lean forward and tell me that." He was desperate, but horny and never lacking confidence. What kinda pan was his mother? She did get in the car but didn't do anything else. She was freaked out. She turned and looked back at him about to say something that he was sure wasn't good. He interrupted her: "This is totally stupid shit, Ma, stupid and maybe we will laugh about it in the future but it happened, right and I'm not some 18-year-old and you aren't some YouPorn MILF." She looked away blushing. He cursed his unintended meaning. "I don't mean that as some dig on you, this just isn't normal territory and not because of who we are." She interrupted him, "I know Shawn." He continued, "No, I don't think you do. It's not some romantic thing. I'm not in love with my mother. Jerking off to you every second I can." She was super uncomfortable. He couldn't blame her. It was super uncomfortable, but for him it physically hurt, he was starting to get scared about all those Viagra side-effects read in commercials about 'erections lasting longer than normal.' He was starting to almost lose sensation for how hard he was. He needed release. Now. "My point, Mom, is this isn't some normal erection, and I'm not some guy who wants to have some hardcore i****t with his mother. The fact is I am in fucking pain and I need to cum and you have those ridiculous swinging breasts and I need them.....to keep swinging. Just help me get this flushed and we never talk about this again. Just lean over and swing them for me for a bit." He expected her to say something, or flip out. Or maybe he didn't. He didn't really expect himself to say any of that, that straight up but she popped a few more buttons down her dress leaned forward and let two sloped round tits fall out. Unnaturally shelved by her still closed buttons. Nipples as large and thick as pink puffy g****s. She put her hands on the divider and swung them forward nearly over his cock. He immediately started to run his hands up and down his shaft quickly. He was holding his breath. "Like this?" Her eyes and her voice were very worried and unsure. But his hands quickly started moving under her and she watched them. They were mere inches from one another, but neither looked the other in the eyes. Him watching her tits. Her watching the jerk of his cock. "Yes." He said it with a weak whisper. But it was almost too intense not to. She leaned more and more forward and eventually flinched away. "Ugh Shawn I can smell the sex." He had totally become immune in the immersion of it and forgotten. "Um..." He started. "Sorry. We didn't have sex long like minutes, but I ate her for like 30 min and she sucked me for a bit too." "She got her mouth around that?" she laughed. Her tits jiggled. They were in unregulated waters now, he pushed his luck. "Oh yeah, Ma she did great, epic sucking...it's not impossible, if you want to try?" She laughed. Outrageously. "Does that line work on ANYONE?" Her tits were still out, he kept jerking but the conversation had taken a wrong turn. "Well..." he said sheepishly... "Kinda, yeah. I don't have any problems." "Oh Shawn, don't get me wrong, I doubt you do. But I'm not sucking my son's cock. Yer in yer 30's and I'm freaking on my way to 60, this isn't some penthouse form letter. That...." gesturing towards his cock. "... is awesome, and great for you. But you need to cum and we need to get out of here. Soooon." On her long drawl of the word "soooon", a large drooly line of spit landed directly on his almost blue cock head and felt incredible. "OH GOD"...He spoke feverishly without filter, just caught up in her hot slick spill of saliva. "MORE! Gimme more spit". This was sick but so hot he need to shut himself up. He turned his head toward her swinging tits and went for one. Scooping the puffy pendulum nipple into his mouth and clamping down HARD. He went full suck on her teat. "Unnnnnnghhhhh," she moaned but didn't pull away. She leaned INTO IT! And quickly began dropping droplets of saliva all over his jerking fists. Just a little bit, just the slightest bit turned his hard jerk into a ultra stimulated overdrive. And he suckled his Mom's, his Mommy's tittie as hungrily as he could. She didn't blow him, she didn't jerk him but she put her head back and let out a satisfying moan occasionally spitting a bit of saliva to his jerking fingers. It took minutes. Be it his ultra ramp up, his Mom's saliva, his suckling her fat teat. Her moans finally let him feel what he needed to happen. He paused in his suckle and asked for a towel to cum into. And he licked her pursed thick erect nipple while he felt it and her move around getting something. He felt a damp cloth dropped on his cock and looked down in surprise to see her own white cotton panties. He grabbed them, squeezed them, and wrapped them around the head of his cock. "I'm gonna cum, Mom, pleaseee finish it." He said it and stopped jerking and let her take over. Reaching with her other hand to cup his balls out into the open air, she massaged them lovingly as she wrapped her quite wet panties hard around his cock and in less than three gripping and not hesitant squeezes brought him to an intense and borderline immediate orgasm. He came full f***e. It was disgusting. Like not sexy. Totally gross. The raw amount of cum that Sarah had mined an hour ago. It spilled out of him in a torrent and his cock kept coughing even after 6-7 full ropes. He didn't moan, he didn't yell he just kept sucking his Mom's tit. She lightly massaged his balls the whole time. Coaxing every drop. Moving her panties to slide and soak up the mess. And in an instant, like immediately he stopped thinking about hot passionate sex and started thinking peeling asparagus and parsnip puree and whether they had gotten done yet. And he stopped his suckle as his mother turned and in less than 1 minute of rebuttoning pants and dress, she started the car. They said nothing. His dick went to ever wilting rubber sl**p in seconds and he chucked the panties into a rest stop trash can as they pulled out. Still no sign of any scary rangers. His pants were re-buttoned, correctly. Every stress in his world for the last 2 hours was just non-existent; cept for the pancetta lardon rendering he hoped was being done. He laughed. And laughed. And she didn't. He just barely noticed as he fell utterly to sl**p. ********** Molly drove back to the train station at a feverish pace, Shawn was passed out in a near coma in her passenger side seat. And her emotions had gone back and forth from horrifically shameful to dreadfully lusty. The now absence of her underwear didn't help her soak up her excitement nor dull her shame. She missed her husband, and hadn't felt any sexual highpoint in all her attempts with sex as high as the last few minutes since he died. But it was her son. And she felt almost frantic to get him back on a train heading back to the city. She didn't have a distinct plan, just a pull up, buy a ticket and plant him and his stuff to wait for the train. It was messy, but she needed her space from the muddled emotional dread and yet bodily satiation that coursed through her. He was out like a Man. Completely oblivious, totally unaware of her feelings, pains or designs. She felt guilty, but it was a necessary guilt. She parked the car at the station, and slipped out quietly toward the ticket window. There was no real line save a small fatigued woman arguing with the ticket-issuing agent. She looked familiar. Sarah! She realized suddenly. The girl who Shawn had dropped. She was stranded, and desperate and... and... wearingly angry. Molly was strangely angry about it too. "Excuse me?" She tapped the woman on the arm. She was wearing a darling little shirt. But it was oh so quite ripped. She felt quite protective, dreading Shawn was again responsible. "Excuse me, dear?" "Yes?" Sarah responded meekly. She was tired, the poor woman. "Are you stuck here?" Molly asked. "Yes. Twenty. Four. Hours." Each word was a breath. "Well, dear, I feel partially responsible--" Sarah interrupted, "Oh no, I was boy stupid--" Molly interrupted back. "Shawn stupid, yes I know. He told me. I'm his mother." Sarah blanched. Molly continued, it all had just formed in her head as she said it, like a new novel: "But as his mother, I don't agree with his stupidity. And would like to offer you our guest room while you arrange other plans. Shawn is passed out in the car, he has no idea. And you might have some unfinished business with him, huh?". She couldn't stay alone at a house with her son right now. It was too much 500lb gorilla in the room, too much hot i****t because she had been weak. She needed a buffer. Either more time away or another woman with intent to bridge the road back to normalcy. She smiled. Warmly. "So whatcha say?" Sarah stood there shocked, then smiled impishly in evidence of swiftly turning gears in her head. "Thank you so much! Yes. I really need place. And Yes! I would love to have some time with your son to express a few things he could do better in the future." They walked back to the car together. And shared something. More than just one thing, Molly thought sheepishly. This time however, it was a laugh.