Eventually, since I spent a lot of time at her house just hanging out, I had many opportunities to steal her thongs and finally mustered up the courage to take one. On three occasions, she had briefly stepped out of her apartment and I was able to grab a thong buried in her dirty clothes hamper while I waited for her to come back. One day she even took a shower while I was at her house, and I actually stole a pair of her leggings by putting them on under my jeans. Let’s just say that those nights were spent with my nose glued to her croch strings. Her thongs were all g strings – tiny little vagina and asshole strings that absolutely reeked of her musk – especially by the little dental floss by her asshole. For at least a year, the scent of her pussy and asshole, plus the pictures, kept me as content as I’d be actually fucking her. As time moved on, we remained close – spending a lot of time together during the summers. We continued studying and dating other people. The musk eventually faded from her thongs and leggings and they were no longer giving me the daily satisfaction they once had. For years I had been trying to find an opportunity to make a move on her, and that opportunity finally presented itself during my junior year of college. We both were in relationships at the time – Eva had been in one with some rocker guy for practically 2 years and I was with some other girl for like 6 months. Eva started posting statuses on facebook questioning some of the fucked up things he did to her such blowjob as screenshots of him flipping out creampie on her through text, and it was clear that they were breaking up. I took the initiative to talk to her about the statuses that she posted and to comfort her. She told me that they had broken up and that she was in a rough place, and I just told her that I found her so sexy, intelligent and fun and that she’ll have no problem finding a better man. She kind of had a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me after I said that, and she gave me a hug. I returned the hug but put my hands way lower than usual, wrapped around her lower back right above her ass and gave her a solid squeeze. I felt the slight dampness of her sweat through her shirt as we hugged for a few seconds in silence. After the hug it felt like I should have kissed her, but I just took a step back and we parted ways. As the week went on, we continued talking a lot through text and I’d throw in some subtle flirtations like “feel better beautiful” to see if she’d flirt back – to confirm whether or not I should make a more formal move on her. Surely enough, she did – she told me how my girlfriend was so lucky to have amateur me and that she’s jealous she can never find a orgasm man like me. After she told me how lonely she was feeling I went in for the move and sent a “I’d be more than happy to spend time with you this weekend so you’re not lonely anymore” with a winking face. The second I hit send, my heart absolutely fell to the bottom of my chest and I had the butterflies feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster. All of those years of watching from the sideline and never making a move, appreciating her figure in the pictures I took of her, and smelling her thong and imagining it was the real thing – led up to this moment. I didn’t know whether to regret it or be excited for her response. Minutes went by and still no response – I started to get really worried that I fucked everything up. Maybe she just put her phone down for a shower. Did I freak her out? Did she not know how to respond? All of these thoughts consumed my mind as I nervously awaited the response to the move I’ve been waiting to make for years. Finally, she responded by asking me what I meant by riding that. Not the worst response. I told her that if she was feeling lonely, I’d be willing to come over and make her happy, and less lonely, with another wink. “Ahhhhhhh! riding Sometimes she was a teenager, and wrapping her legs around him. She whimpered each time. Aaron had already pulled up his boxers and jeans and buckled his belt. The same look he would give me when I couldn't satisfy him in bed during our marriage that had yet to come creampie to pass. I replied OK and got up to leave. Still panting, her cheeks rosy red and wet with Anna’s juices. Julie stopped for a moment to catch her breath and watching the people laughing and enjoying themselves as they chatted and drank. Just something that had to happen…. "Yes, many times." I brought Lindsey’s bags upstairs and went back out the talk to Josh more. Hannah grinned as she rolled her hips forward and the thick head of his cock hit her clit. They ask that I remember them the next time I decide to throw a shindig. “Look at her moan. Whatever else happens will be up to you, but will affect how long you will enjoy this employment. He’s horny, you’re horny; you love cocks, why not have his nice hard cock too?” I can amateur feel daddy cumming in my ass at the same time, the warmth filling my insides as he reduces his pace. “That’s it,” Daddy said, stroking my hair. When everyone turned their heads to look at her, she said, "Hey, I'm just being honest. That will clean it!” orgasm My wife pulled a legal pad out of her purse and began writing blowjob down notes on it. “We are just celebrating the love you have and show all us, Master.” she hugged and kissed him followed by each of the other girls.