I mean, I’m not saying you do, but I read somewhere that most women are raped by men they know, so if it was someone you know and wanted, that would still be a fantasy, and more real than if it’s me. Do you see? I’m just not sure that your fantasy will work with you knowing it’s me, which would be a shame.” “Well, I guess that would depend on who it was. If it was Fat George from next door, then god, no!” They both laughed. “On the other hand, if it was some gorgeous hunky man I fancy, who just happens to break into the house and rape me in the middle of the night, then that would be truly amazing. Not that there is anyone else that I fancy and want to have raping me but you, obviously,” she added quickly, blushing a little. “You see.” She continued, “fantasy is all about pretence. I will blowjob know that it’s really you, but as long as you don’t speak I’ll be able to pretend its Fat George, and that’s what will get me off.” They laughed again, and the gangbang discussion ended there. She smiled to herself in oral the darkness, relieved that he had been so positive, and squeezed him tight. By his third consecutive night-shift later that month, Carrie was exhausted. Eager anticipation had kept her awake on both of the previous nights until it was so late it was obvious he couldn’t make it. Then she had only managed a couple of hours sleep before she had to get up for work. It seemed like the third night would be no different, until she heard the familiar sound of the key Hardcore in the front door, magnified in the silent stillness of the night. Her stomach flipped in excitement. She was already wet between her thighs, where her hand had been firmly wedged all night, more in hope than expectation, but now it was happening! She adjusted her position to make it easy for him, lying face down and facing to her right with her back to the door, she straightened her left leg and drew her right knee up towards her chest, so he could mount her easily from behind. She concentrated on steadying her breathing, and pretended to be asleep, so she wouldn’t spoil the fantasy. She heard the bedroom door glide open softly, and her stomach flipped over again, as her heart thumped loudly in her ears. She almost jumped when she felt the duvet slowly moving away, exposing her naked body. The cool night air in the room, and the thrill of anticipation, gave her goose-bumps. She heard his party zip, and the thrill sent a shiver down her spine. Then she felt his weight at the bottom of the bed and moving up towards her. She was now so wet that she was afraid he would realise she was awake, and that would spoil it, but there was nothing she could do. One hand touched her shoulder lightly, and another drifted gently up the inside of her thigh as he found his way around her in the darkness. Her stomach fluttered. She wanted to scream at him to hurry up and fuck her. She could barely contain herself any longer. Then she felt his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down into her pillow, unable to move. Almost immediately, she felt his manhood pushing into her. I just love him so much! “Breathe, baby. I followed his scuttle. She staggered to keep her balance from the blowjob force of party the blow as her vision went black for a couple of seconds. My pale breasts pressed into her small, dusky tits. Bobby had visited me a few more times when, one Wednesday afternoon, he came by when I got home from work. You look priceless.” “Holy shit!” a new voice groaned. She sauntered off after her mother. She put her mouth to good use for once, not giving me lip, not arguing with me, but giving me bliss. She said, her whispered voice growing fainter. Linda was snickering gangbang as she added the items to my luggage. I couldn't believe it, but Hardcore every thrust of her cock into my bowels felt amazing. She glanced at me and her expression softened. “Okay,” oral I nodded as we worked in the law library, a collection of books that my mom had collected over the years. The gold man held her ass, pressing her gushing pussy to his face as he drank down her sex juices with pleasure. She slipped onto the floor in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a pile alongside the unit.