1. Mrs. Smith {Part VIII}


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: archer_p, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    could happen. It seemed the more that I though of her the harder I came. I almost forgot what it was like before she first spanked me. Those weak orgasms that were just not good enough. I could have just laid there enjoying all of this. Thankfully I had plans to make. I had a hot woman to take out on the town and show her what it was like to be worshiped. I started out by checking out restaurants that she would like to go to. Thinking that the fancier they are the less likely they would card me. Although, I am thinking that if I don’t drink and get her d***k enough possibly I could finally know what it is like to feel her wetness around me. As she is pulling me in deeper because she desires my cock. There was always a voice in the back of my head, though, that made me think that we were not going to ever go that far. Each time that I thought we were going to ‘go all the way’ she would back off and not let it happen. I guess that I would just have to let it take its course and let her be the one to decide when or if it was ever going to happen. After taking a shower I got dressed in my only suit and headed over to her house. Ringing the door bell she opened the door in a black dress that stuck tight to her hot body. As my eyes took her in I noticed that she was wearing stockings and heels making her all the more sexy. I had just enough mental energy left to keep my cock from ripping a hole in my pants and trying to fuck her right there. “I’m ready” she said stepping out and ...
    locking up her house. We got in my moms car and headed off to dinner. While we were eating we chatted like we were old friends. There was nothing sexual about the conversation. She told me how she met my mom and dad as undergrads and all the parties they would go to. I told her how smothered I felt living with my mom and how she kept pushing me to be just like her and dad. It felt good to talk to her and not constantly be trying to figure out a way to get under her dress or in her pants. She kept drinking the wine that we ordered and I only had a glass. Not wanting to drive tipsy or d***k it just felt right doing that for her. Desert came and we kept taking. It was a nice night overall and as we headed to the car I held my arm out so she could take it and walk with a man on her arm, well man if you take that I could vote and/or go die for my country but not drink. The drive home was in mostly silence because I think we both had talked our ears off and were running out of things to say. Walking up to her door she put the key in and unlocked it and started to go in. “Wait” I said stoping her. “Yes, Ponte, oh, thank you for a wonderful evening.” “Don’t dates normally end in a kiss?” Mackenzie: As soon as I opened the door the look on pontes face told me I had chosen the right outfit for our date. Though he kept trying to look me in the eyes, his eyes kept traveling down, taking me in. It felt nice to be admired. Dinner was great. We never stopped chatting, and I was surprised that ...
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