And at the time of its writing and editing, I had originally thought that that second story by my husband would be the final tits installment of my "Freddy in the Bathroom" series. But I big eventually decided that there was still one more side of my "Freddy in the Bathroom" story left to tell. And that's Freddy's side of the story. And since there's really no way for him to tell you himself (let's face it, Freddy most likely doesn't even know that these online, x-rated stories of mine even exist--that is, if he happens to still be alive somewhere on this planet), I have decided to go out on a limb here, and tell Freddy's side of the story for him. However, I must caution you that if you haven't already done so, I highly recommend that you read the first two stories of this series before you read this one, because in this story I am intentionally leaving out key details that I have already described in great detail in the first story, and that my husband has already thoroughly described in the second story. And so you will need that key background knowledge in order to fully appreciate this third story in what has turned out to be my "Freddy in the Bathroom" trilogy. Looking back on how everything happened, and analyzing this whole situation over and over again over the course of several weeks with the valuable help of my husband, Ray (not his real name), I was eventually able to figure out the most-likely scenario that took place in regards to Freddy's role in this life-changing event. In other words, I finally realized why Freddy did what he did to me, and how come he did things the way that he did. Basically, Ray and I went through all this in-depth analysis stuff (which by the way, had started out as a "guided re-enactment" of the event itself in our own bathroom, with my husband playing the role blowjob of "Freddy," and me coaching him on exactly what to asian do, and how to do it) in an effort to try to help me to better understand--and ultimately come to grips with--everything that happened between Freddy and me. Of course, I would be less than honest with you if I didn't also admit that my open and frank "Freddy" discussions with my husband inevitably led to some of the most awesome sex that Ray and I had ever experienced together. But be that as it way, all I can say is that this analysis of my own actions and reactions that day in the bathroom when I was in the process of losing my virginity to that older boy, coupled with the analysis of Freddy's actions and his most-probable intentions, turned out to be very therapeutic for me. It also brought answers to most of creampie the nagging questions that had confused and bothered me for many years. For example, one thing I had always wondered about was why Freddy spent so much time masturbating me and finger-fucking the crap out of me. Did he do it because he wanted to see how much he could make me orgasm, perhaps as a macho notch in one's belt kind of thing? Or was it because he was trying to make the sexual encounter itself last as long as possible? Or was it just his way of buying time for himself so that he could eventually build up enough courage to actually bring his dick into direct contact with my pussy? Was it like this blowjob last night?” That would be so wild. She studied the magnetic sign on the door, gaining reassurance from it that this all seemed legit. I figured this girl is ready. That small amount of information alone is not enough to actually identify him, and he knows it. That possessively lustful stare. As I pumped into her pussy I noticed that the man next She slid her pussy back and fourth a few inches while she rubbed the strip. “Will you eat what I buy?” I retaliated. “I’m glad too.” He realised her eyes were searching his face, betraying her anxiety. Mum was moaning seriously while I was doing this, it must have felt very good for her, just as having my cock in her mouth felt very good for me. “Feel for my Clit John, lick it and the suck on it VERY gently.” I did as she said and her moans got much ‘more’. Nita called Sarah and told her after Jerry left and Sarah was crushed. I want those blue balls emptied into me. Today is a safe day so no rubber, okay?” She said as she led me toward her room. My heart pounded, blood screaming through my ears. When I walked into the room, Jennifer is tits standing in the middle of the room with her mouth hanging open. We all let out laugh and nods. He stopped punishing her young body when her screams turned to moans. I said, “Chantilly lace, my pretty Lady, and soon your ponytail will be hanging down.” “Just remember you’re putting your partner’s big most sensitive and most treasured body part in your mouth and between your teeth. It was around 1:30 when I drove home. The expression on Kyle’s face was not one of surprise, but one of those snarky, humorous ones when one would catch another in a compromising position. asian Ruslan was rubbing his chin a moment thinking over what she had just said. ‘You are joking’ she said nervously looking around the car park. I reached down, took her panties and scrunching them up placed them into her mouth as he continued his slow, deep pounding of her pussy. My cock has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my stiff cock through my bathing suit. “Yes!” I creampie screamed, unable to deny my desires.