Three Guys Naked From The Waist
Carsten had been showing signs of weakening in his loyalty to the One. He had also been something of an annoyance to Cherle of late. He would do nicely.
Bill grabbed the hips and the ass that he loved so much, acting on impulse and instinct, pounded away at his lovely wife's insides. His balls slapping her happily on the ass.
You begin to twist your arms above your head and, focusing, see the lights around you are a thousand "Pixies". All hovering about you, smiling at you, bathing in your Soul's luminescence and luxuriating in your sensuality. They begin to pull at your long, Blond hair. Twisting it into tiny braids. Flying over and around one another, twisting, then tying. Soon, they twist it into a crown over your head. They bring Baby's Breath to accent it... You are extraordinaringly LOVELY!
Lyle moves swiftly to his bed, turning off all the lights. From beyond the wall comes the muffled sound of voices, and laughter, and Lyle feels like crying. Shame and indignity fuel his desire though, and he strokes his erection through the fabric of his trousers.
"Geesh," I said, boy I guess I do act like a nerd. "You're very uh, straight-forward."
"Now see here, if you did something to me while I slept, don't you think you owe it to me to at least tell me what it was?"
Tanya started toward the stairs and Martin grabbed her soft moist hand so that she could guide him up the stairs. They slowly made their way up the stairs with Tanya leading by a couple of stairs. Martin fixed his eyes on her tiny but tight ass. She really kept herself in good shape. There were some slight tan lines on her ass from her bikini bottoms, but none on her back from her bikini top. When they got to the top, Tanya felt a little uncomfortable about showing Martin her daughters' rooms. She was somewhat relieved to learn that he wasn't really interested in them at all.
"Why are you so interested in helping him?" asked Robert.
"How was practice?" Richard asked as Christine struggled while coming in the door carrying her briefcase and a large bag of towels.
If things weren't bad enough, Noreen came over to me and looked me in the eyes and said, "Damn Randy, you're a fucking wimp, worse than my husband. You know, when I first started screwing around, I told Jim that I was thinking about having an affair with you. I told him, that if you gave me any sign or came onto me in any way, I would have been your slut. But you never made a move, even though I always saw you staring at my legs and ogling over me when I wore a sexy outfit. Now I know why, you like sucking cock more than pussy. What a loser!"
"Jon, sometimes you are so sure of yourself. Jenny, you would be up for that, wouldn't you?"
I pulled my umbrella out of the holder. It was dry. I took it with me to the table I had planned to read at so that I wouldn't forget it. I was deeply buried in Peter Straub's Floating Dragon when I sensed her standing behind me.
"Of course," I replied.
Some people were coming, so we stopped at the railing for a kiss. "I want to be naked with you," I whispered.
Quynh squirmed in her seat. "Uh, Nat, you need to work on your rhythm, I guess."
"Why in God's name wouldn't I be interested in you?" I asked, a little hurt myself.
'Please stop,' I begged.
Michelle snuggled closer to him, "Daddy, take me before you go. Love me like I was your wife." The tears ran down her face as she begged her father.
Bill grabbed the hips and the ass that he loved so much, acting on impulse and instinct, pounded away at his lovely wife's insides. His balls slapping her happily on the ass.
You begin to twist your arms above your head and, focusing, see the lights around you are a thousand "Pixies". All hovering about you, smiling at you, bathing in your Soul's luminescence and luxuriating in your sensuality. They begin to pull at your long, Blond hair. Twisting it into tiny braids. Flying over and around one another, twisting, then tying. Soon, they twist it into a crown over your head. They bring Baby's Breath to accent it... You are extraordinaringly LOVELY!
Lyle moves swiftly to his bed, turning off all the lights. From beyond the wall comes the muffled sound of voices, and laughter, and Lyle feels like crying. Shame and indignity fuel his desire though, and he strokes his erection through the fabric of his trousers.
"Geesh," I said, boy I guess I do act like a nerd. "You're very uh, straight-forward."
"Now see here, if you did something to me while I slept, don't you think you owe it to me to at least tell me what it was?"
Tanya started toward the stairs and Martin grabbed her soft moist hand so that she could guide him up the stairs. They slowly made their way up the stairs with Tanya leading by a couple of stairs. Martin fixed his eyes on her tiny but tight ass. She really kept herself in good shape. There were some slight tan lines on her ass from her bikini bottoms, but none on her back from her bikini top. When they got to the top, Tanya felt a little uncomfortable about showing Martin her daughters' rooms. She was somewhat relieved to learn that he wasn't really interested in them at all.
"Why are you so interested in helping him?" asked Robert.
"How was practice?" Richard asked as Christine struggled while coming in the door carrying her briefcase and a large bag of towels.
If things weren't bad enough, Noreen came over to me and looked me in the eyes and said, "Damn Randy, you're a fucking wimp, worse than my husband. You know, when I first started screwing around, I told Jim that I was thinking about having an affair with you. I told him, that if you gave me any sign or came onto me in any way, I would have been your slut. But you never made a move, even though I always saw you staring at my legs and ogling over me when I wore a sexy outfit. Now I know why, you like sucking cock more than pussy. What a loser!"
"Jon, sometimes you are so sure of yourself. Jenny, you would be up for that, wouldn't you?"
I pulled my umbrella out of the holder. It was dry. I took it with me to the table I had planned to read at so that I wouldn't forget it. I was deeply buried in Peter Straub's Floating Dragon when I sensed her standing behind me.
"Of course," I replied.
Some people were coming, so we stopped at the railing for a kiss. "I want to be naked with you," I whispered.
Quynh squirmed in her seat. "Uh, Nat, you need to work on your rhythm, I guess."
"Why in God's name wouldn't I be interested in you?" I asked, a little hurt myself.
'Please stop,' I begged.
Michelle snuggled closer to him, "Daddy, take me before you go. Love me like I was your wife." The tears ran down her face as she begged her father.
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