After a few minutes staring at a blank canvas waiting to be drawn on he pushed himself back from his desk and stood, stepping towards his door and hesitating, looking at himself in a narrow full-length mirror he kept in the corner. He ran his fingers through his long blonde locks, exhaling softly as he did, a frown pulling at his full lips. He trailed his fingers down the outside of the shirt, following the lines of his body, his narrow torso, slender waist, wide hips and found himself smiling ever so softly. Slowly his hands traced back over the skin-tight wife denim fabric of his jeans, his MILF fingers sinking briefly into the plushness of his ass. “Oh, who am I kidding…” He asked his reflection softly. The idea of being a ‘girlfriend’ to a woman like Cassandra in college gave him real pause for thought, not the nightmare he thought it would be but some kind of secret heaven for him. He shook his head a little, unable to meet his own gaze knowing the person who looked back was who he wanted to be, someone he was too afraid to reach out and take a hold of. Atleast as he was. After a moments reflection he sighed softly and stepped from his room, padding barefoot downstairs, heading for the kitchen. He passed Cassandra, who was sat on the couch watching TV, in silence, not acknowledging her as he stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge and poking about cupboards, seeing what was in. After a few minutes he poked his head back through to the living room, meeting Cassandra’s gaze for a few awkward moments before he spoke, “Want something to eat?” She smiled, “Yeah, sure sweetie. What’re you making?” “I could do Italian? Pasta?” He said, smiling a little too, taking comfort in the routineness of their conversation. “Sounds good. Need a hand?” He shook his head, “It’s okay. I’ve got this. Would you like a drink while I’m up?” he asked as he turned and stepped back into the kitchen. “Eh, yeah, sure, please.” She replied, her gaze on the swell of his ass as he returned mom into the kitchen before she looked back to the TV, enjoying her show and trying to give Sam a little space, not wanting to risk pushing him away again. After a couple of minutes he returned and offered her a glass, with some surprise she took the glass of red wine, eying it and eying him with a curious smile, “Trying to get me drunk?” He shrugged a little, almost coyly she thought, “It pairs well with what I’m making.” Hardcore She shrugged too and smiled, “I’m not complaining,” she settled back with her glass of wine and took her sip, typically she preferred whiskey or gin, but she wasn’t against a glass of red wine, though she had expected something soft from him. Humming softly Sam began to prepare and cook, making a homemade sauce to go blowjob with penne they had in the cupboard. It was incredibly relaxing for him, able to let his mind drift as his hands worked. He tasted what he was making often, seasoning with a variety of different herbs and ingredients to balance it out perfectly, the scents and aromas floating through the house, drawing Cassandra’s interest as his cooking always did. “Mm, that smells delicious Sammy, what kind of sauce are you making?” She called through, her glass half empty in her hand as she reclined comfortably on the couch, running her hands through her dark hair. “A bolognese,” he called back, “Need a refill?” She eyed her glass for a moment then shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt.” Raj: Ohhh I see. I quivered, such fear trembling through my nineteen-year-old body. Soon she bottoms out in my ass. I keep licking my way down to her breast. My dick twitches again at the ‘sir’. I might have taken offense, given that it was fairly obvious that the sight of the cute little blonde girl was what had driven my Daddy over the edge into an orgasmic spasm. “And how can I be sure this Ambassador Straltaira isn’t being coerced?” “I’m more willing to believe that I’m wrong on that front than what you did was consensual.” she shot back with fire. Linda thought of spinning around and get that thing out of her ass but the pain blowjob in her right nipple could still be felt, so she tried to obey. Sparks exploded. It was just a more intimate situation. Are you fucking kidding me?! I replied, she was still in her underwear, i eased her panties down as a joke intending to slap her rump and she said, "Yes!" Beautiful, in fact. I'm bored, just doing the average thing over and over is no fun. Worse, he knew where the North Korean had his weapons on him, leaving him without his own element of surprise. Riya got up after an hour and ran out saying she has an important class. Kelsey look! Dakota got up to answer it for us. I could see my chest rising and falling with each breath. How MILF did he know? But a pedophile? Olivia had been texting the girls and arranged the sleep over. Thanks for coming in." Penny handed me the report and headed down a hallway. I'm just afraid that you'll laugh, when you do. She woke up, mom a turgid milk-filled nipple being suckled between her lips, and Aeacus holding and crooning to her. Now, LICK THAT COCK.’ “Darren, that camera on the new exercise bike needs to be a little wife lower and Hardcore pointed up a little more.” I said. Next second she opened the door and told her husband in her Hitler voice” Listen, I know your passion for anal fucking.