Marisa the cheating white slut next door. So by now you are aware that Marisa my next door neighbor and I are undercover lovers. Here is another segment from on of our encounters.
Robert was a pretty good cook, as it turned out; an interest that he and I shared. Neither Leslie nor Donna were cooks, but they were both bright women and, surprisingly given Leslie's introversion and Donna's overt sexuality, comfortable together. Conversation was flowing freely, as was a pretty decent red wine.
Come here now! Her head was lowered as she walked nervously to Him standing before Him. Her gaze only looking at His knees as she sees Him sitting before her, as her hands nervously pinch at her jeans.
I was aroused awake by the soft, effeminate voice of me late-teen daughter Lacey calling "Daddy, I'm home, wake up, sleepy-head," while her soft little hands were groping to massage my dick through my boxers. I was in one of those deep slumbers that it took a few moments just to realize who the fuck I was, but peeling open an eyelid I saw my clock reporting the time a little past 10 am, and Lacey's grinning sexy face was leaning over me. The urgent fondling of my cock and balls through my thin cotton boxers made me roll onto my back, my disheveled sheets strewn away from me, so Lacey had complete access to my crotch. She was in the same outfit I put on her last night when she left for her date -- pink front-button blouse, super-tight to show off her b-cups and cut short to reveal her flat tanned tummy, with white Capri pants so tight they looked painted onto her thin thighs.
My wife was in the kitchen as I came home from work. For the last 7 months she has been working from home as a freelance designer, picking up odd jobs here and there. Sorry I haven't started dinner yet, but he just left.
Ginger licked the fingers of her left hand and slowly rubbed them on her swollen clit while she inserted a thick silicone cock into her tight pussy. She was lonely diddling herself on a Friday night. Ginger longed to be fucked hard by a real cock.
Due to a lack of options on Mondays I went to The End. The night started slowly and it took me quite a while to get used to the atmosphere. Then I ran into a couple of guys I vaguely knew.
I went through a dry spell for 10 days during the holidays, and without realizing it once I started touching myself, I turned into a desperate little whore begging to be fucked. It didn't matter who; I just wanted someone to fuck me hard and fast. I came so hard that I cried, too. That's how bad I needed this.
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. I was on the taller side, almost 5'10, and had curves for days. Big and full double D's, a round ass, and a flat tummy.