In my bedroom I think about that guy, that kid, his cock. Damn, just a college kid.
I had him and little does he know how he got to me.... (In my bed, husband Dave next to me gently snoring. My eyes glance at him, just to make sure. My pussy so awake, it’s so much in need, with eyes closed, memory alive, fingers slide in.) I think about the interview with Mr. College Hunk. This happened about two years ago and it seems more recent. I was being interviewed in my...Read On