Two weeks later, a meeting of our former group reunion. Cars into the space station spat red portions of the stuffiness of the townspeople. I went downstairs and sat against the wall at the entrance to one of the escalators.
My emotions were so bright that I decided to share with you, probably to someone could put yourself in my place, and it must be confessed, probably get about, as much fun as I am, but only virtual.
My story, not primarily about my “heroic” adventures, it’s probably, in general, corny, but purely my inner feelings interspersed with my hidden fantasies.
As the morning, he basement under a side to his wife.
For example forced me to call her husband during sex, so I chatted about all sorts of nonsense.
I understand that a little wrong, but nothing with myself I can not go crazy with excitement when, during sex the man humiliates me as an exemplary wife different actions.
Or to arrange a sexual marathon on the marital bed, and forbid me to change the sheets. I grabbed hold of her hips as I started fucking her pussy from behind. I let go with one hand and took hold of her long, dark hair. Feeling like a stranger touched my finger dyrochkke, I froze with fright.- Come on, do not be afraid, – smiled Olya – Nothing to it this does not happen. The feeling was so unpleasant that I immediately roared.- Do not cry, honey, – beginning to calm my mother instantly pulled his finger out of my hole – you will no longer do so.