After working in the yard on a cool spring day, I took a shower, shaved my face and cleaned up the stubble on my shaft and balls before hitting the Jacuzzi. While lounging in the Jacuzzi, I was daydreaming about my wife rubbing lotion on my body after a hot Jacuzzi. My erection was rising as I thought of the scene in my mind.
My name is Rob. Candice and I have been married for 9 years. We met in college and have two children now.
The outer walls of the castle fell easily. I knew that we wouldn't find much resistance as we poured through the gaps, the old king was dead and all we had to deal with was the beautiful, willful young princess. She had thwarted me for too long but now it was time for me to take my revenge.
As a taxi driver I get to meet some beautiful women, but Melissa is without doubt the most incredible looking person I've ever met. When I picked her up, I assumed she must be a model going to or from an assignment. She carried one of those make-up cases models use and seemed to be in a hurry, as they invariably are. She sat in the front seat, which is unusual for a woman.
Brian Hanson sat looking at the extremely attractive senior who was seated in front of his desk. Jenna Peterson was wearing a short denim skirt and no stockings, and her milky white legs were an extreme distraction, but not the only one. Jenna's thin jersey sweater was stuffed with a truly luscious pair of breasts and, from the way they moved under it and the way her nipples were visible through the fabric, he could tell she was not wearing a bra.
Sarina was the short one with the long black hair and vinyl minidress, with awesome cleavage I kept staring at, deep-set eyes made deeper with dark shadow, and full lips that parted in the middle even when her mouth was closed. Angel was the tall, slender one with blonde hair in pigtails and faux schoolgirl outfit with plaid pleated miniskirt and thigh-high white stockings. It was a dull night on Decatur Street when they flagged me down outside of the Crystal.
Chapter 4 — After College Michael and I were a couple throughout my sophomore, junior and senior years in college. We saw each other every weekend, and spent every holiday together. During summers I lived with him and interned at dance studios.
I returned home after three weeks on the road, and I was horny as hell. It was Friday night, and well past dinner time. I had been fed on the plane, so Janet and Becky had already eaten dinner without me.