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  • To the point that it complained painfully about that sudden intrusion. He yanked it out, cleaned it, then wiped the tears from his eyes. That night though, Ron couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about his new discovery and had a boner that just wouldn't go away. After he was sure his family was asleep, he tiptoed into the kitchen for more butter then returned to the bathroom. That hairbrush still intrigued him. He started it again, but just the tapered tip. He was enjoying the feeling of pushing it again and again against the resistance of his sphincter when, surprisingly, it just slipped right in. Without any discomfort what so ever! After pushing it in as far as those tickley bristles would allow him to, he removed it then re-inserted it again. Ron new then that he could get Ernie's stiffy in there without any problem. While massaging his prostrate with the hair brush handle, imagining the guy in the magazine, was in there, Ron beat his meat to squirts once again. He was able to go to sleep after that. Finally Monday morning got there and Ron was able to tell ass Earnie about the butter. “Butter in your ass? So what's next? You gonna shove a biscuit up there too?” Earnie teased. After a good laugh they sucked each other off, split a piece of spearmint gum, then headed across the field to wait for the buss. At lunch that day they pocketed a couple of small packages of butter from the condiment stand. That afternoon in the pump house Ron greased himself up, bent over, and Earnie slid right in. “Wow man! It's in! How is it?”Earnie asked. “That did hurt a bit but small tits its going away. Just give me Doggystyle a minute brunette or two... Ok I'm good now. Just feels kinda full back there. Fuck me man.” “Feels weird to me Ron. Like sliding your dick in and out of an “O” ring or something. Hey now that feels real awesome with my tip going in and out right there. It's really tight there. “Well do that to your tip until you cum.” Earnie took off then fucking Ron like there was no tomorrow. Pulling almost all the way out then plunging back in. Faster and faster he big cocks went. You have to stop this! My fingers didn’t meet, holding him around the shaft. Damn, she’s seventy-one he thought, his dick hardened as he admired her, he gave it a slap and whispered to himself, “Down Boy, Down Boy,” your time will come. Again she tenses up so I smack her again as a reminder to relax. I shot load after load all over the two of us, soaking Maxs belly and sheath as well as his cock as my hand flew and splattered our cum over the both of us. Okay, I’d felt like it had tried to suck Ryan’s cock in before but the way it sucked those brunette golf balls in was amazing. She looked back to see that the men were all undressing. With a resigned and disgusted look on his face, he did as he was told, and swallowed every drop. It turns out ass that box 5311 is the smallest postal box that is available, which tells me that Horowitz has a different plan for me. I text Fernandez that the postal box is the smallest box that the post Doggystyle office offers and will not hold an envelope with 5 million dollars in it. I tell him gladly. Would that be okay with you? They were now pulling into the receiving area at the morgue. I continue to fuck Lisa as she bounces on me going up and down at a quick velocity. “Your erection is turning me on and I want you to turn our new man with it as soon as he sees it. Kristin and Danni endulged...as Kristin let Danni wear a petite tailored wig after they showered. It hurts so bad. She reached out for her loofah, squirted some gel on it, and lathered her body. I glanced at Bethany. "We found a whole tree full" big cocks Amelia said after devouring small tits two small bites of it. See if you can get it right.” … “he is fucking amazing holy shit” I had to savor this wondrous delight. “You deserve this girl.” He said as he held the pill in his palm in front of her. "Yeah, I know. Even a fresh cup of coffee didn’t help her out. Simultaneously David and me pointed to a drawer and Ryan grinned.
  • I had been resigned to our not getting together, to heeding your words when you told me you did not want to enter into an affair. But, then, tonight, you arrive at my door and take the lead, only to tell me afterwards, that that is it. Never to be repeated. Do you expect me to just forget it? Chalk it up to experience? Call it a pleasant interlude? Because, yes, it was all of those, but also, it was something special for me. Unexpected and a sheer delight and a reaffirmation that I love small tits you, wholeheartedly, but know that it will not be returned in the same way. I can’t help wondering why you came to my room. Why you gave yourself to me or rather, took me for yourself. I ask you why, what changed your mind. What made you come to my room? I do not expect an answer and do not get one. Instead, you say to me, thank you for being so big cocks patient with you. As if this brief interlude was by way of reward for not pushing you too hard. You pick up the papers you brought with you. Kiss my lips and then slip from the room as silently as you came, leaving me to deal with the aftermath of our sex and the confusion you have caused. brunette I cannot help but feel that this was more about your own gratification; that, where Doggystyle there was a distinct lack of extended foreplay or preamble, you were satisfying yourself and nothing else. Away from home and husband, knowing you would have a willing partner, you took the opportunity to take advantage of my inability to say ass no to you. The whole episode took less than an hour, the sex less than half of that time and quite different from how I envisaged it might be. For me, the sex was nice, a pleasant release and an unexpected climax, but it lacked that certain something which makes it great. Perhaps it is that there was no romance in the event, a quickie almost, devoid of feelings or emotion, no tenderness or mutual arousal. It had nothing to do with love and that I find, hard to take. The Management weekend passes in a hectic round of inspirational talks. It is a busy time, punctuated by meal breaks and another night. You pretty much ignore me and when we do need to interact in the context of the weekend, you are aloof and keep me at arm’s length. I feel as if I have served my purpose and are now, no longer of interest. The following week, back at the College, you refuse my offer of coffee and are quite cold toward me. I feel as if I have done something wrong, done something to upset you or didn’t measure up. I ask you point blank. You tell me that you have made up your mind, I will not figure in your thinking again. It is cold and my opinion of you changes a bit. I could understand the blowing hot and cold, putting that down to nerves, but find this complete shut out beyond me. I back off and try to keep our meetings to the very minimum possible. That was five weeks ago. Time for me to get used to the way things are and go beyond the feeling of us. There never was an ‘us’ was there? I noticed that you seem to be spending time with a colleague. He too is a senior manager, married and about the same age as me. I think about warning him, but decide he is old enough to sort it out for himself. I do wonder though, what it is you are looking for or are you just thrill seeking? I feel some pity for him and know what he is likely to go through. I wish you good luck in your quest, if that is what it is and hope that one day, you will find that which you seek. I know it is not I and I believe you do not know what it is either. When this started, my emotions were smashed beyond control. It started out as something exciting, thrilling even and a boost to my ego. Causing Kitty to ask, “Um, Mr. Greene, I thought you were married?” Even Aaron and Les got into it ass one night when some bored, small tits rich bastard paid us a grand to have an orgy with his big cocks smoking hot twin daughters while he sat in a chair and jacked. She was sopping wet but there was no visibility of any cum. I love your pussy!” Nowhere near as painful as they usually received. I started to thrust longer, but kept it slow and steady. If I count to ten brunette and you're not naked, then you're going to be running laps!” I grabbed my nice sexy white top out of the closet and my little short black mini skirt out of the dresser. And judging by what you said, if she’s not getting cock from you, she’s probably getting cock somewhere else.” “Suck my dick, bitch.” And that's when Sharon had snapped the picture, catching Val with a look of total surprise on her Doggystyle face. Not a chance. Angel turned back to Barry (Terry?) Who crept, and watched until they made their move.