Joanna made her way along the darkened streets as she ran home, her heart beating and lungs burning by effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers slapped against the shiny, wet and humid floor by a duvet. Some drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that gave her her hair and shirt. With every luck, he could tell his mother that wet spots on his shirt were simply rainy.

My best friend’s mom was the last thing I thought about when I went to her house. I played the bell and answered the door. I asked her if her son, Tom, was home. He said I just lost him while he left with a girl and they were about to hit the mall.

She said I didn’t have to leave, like she just made a coffee and invited me to a cup. He worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she worked another double shift. He smiled and said without a second salary to help pay the bills, he needed to work all the hours offered to her. As I ran into my cup of coffee, I told her her her feet must kill her. She said she was quick and she left for work in her stiletto boots. I told her every male patient must have liked to see her, though. He said he would do his day if this was the situation, but with the exception of an OD, all his patients during the shift were women.

Tim was on the back deck. Nudo, he was sitting in one of the plastic chairs. With his wife on a shopping trip and children at school, he felt comfortable enough to sneak out for a little pleasure.

He had recently been engauging in some solo water sports, using his pee as a lubricant for a vicious masturbation session. While sitting fantasized, he proudly remembered the first days of marriage, when his wife Dee was open to new adventures. Unfortunately, fifteen years had passed, and if they were children, time, or that half-aged belly that had developed on both, she had gotten less and less adventurous.

I know a boy shouldn’t think of his sister as a woman, much less fuck her, but how many guys come home to find their sisters on all four, blowing a guy while another fucks her from behind?

Leslie’s a year younger than me, so, only nineteen years old, and she’s, frankly, a fucking awesome body. I mean, he’s got big, tall, long prefected legs and an ass that every guy in our high school wanted.

I became a hot wife about five years ago at my husband’s bequest now divorced. During my adventures as a hot wife I discovered a desire for the hot young dick. I wanted some young dick tonight so I spent a good two hours throwing up and getting ready for the ordeal to come.

A sexy warm oil bath, followed by a quick session with my chromed dildo, swiped the sucks and hard nipples: let me put myself in the right frame of the mind! Then came the wardrobe: “special” clothing for special occasions like these.