Then we would play with our own pants-covered crotches in front of each other, until both of our penises became fully-erect. At that point, we would both get naked from the waist down, and then proceed to feel out and play with each other's bare genitals, before finally jacking each other off. And no matter whether I liked it or not, I was always the first one to orgasm. The biggest difference between these subsequent sexual encounters and Monday's Round 2 was that at the beginning of Tuesday's Round 3, I decided to share a few Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines from my hidden stash with Chris. And we used those photos of the naked, spread-legged women to help us both "get in the mood" for sex. Throughout the rest of the week--and at Chris's insistence, I might add--we continued starting out our sexual encounters by looking at porn photos in the various men's magazines blowjob from my substantial stash. Chris was surprised and extremely pleased by just how many Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines I had managed to collect over the years--thanks to my already-divorced father, believe it or not. He was the one who had actually bought and given me each one of those men's magazines, whenever I used to go visit him. As far as I was concerned, my dad was nothing less than awesome! At any rate, I kept this prized men's magazine collection of mine hidden in multiple boxes up in the attic. I thank God anal that the only access to the attic of our house was through the trap door in the ceiling of the closet in my bedroom. And I also thank God that my mother Brunette never stored anything up in the attic. The last thing I needed was for my super-prudish mother to discover my large porn magazine collection--especially the over-the-top amateur Hustler magazines that mature had turned out to be my favorites. As you can imagine, she would have really flipped out. When Chris left my house right after Friday afternoon's Round 6, I assumed that I wouldn't be having sex with him again until that next Monday afternoon, after the weekend was over with. But Chris unexpectedly showed up on my doorstep early Saturday evening, asking me if I wanted to go out with him to the bowling alley to play some pinball. As we were both still standing face-to-face in the front doorway of my house, our conversation went something like this: "Sure," I said. "That sounds neat." "Do you want to have sex first? Before we go to the bowling alley?" Chris asked out loud. "Shh. My mom's home. She'll hear you," I chided him, before adding in a whisper, "Besides, where could we do that at?" Both sounds mature made me happy beyond words, wrapped up in blankets with my girls, snuggled in a bastion of warmth. “Jim I’m tired of this. I found the wet folds of my pussy. Sarah really had to talk him into going anyways. After a while of this Andy shifted over and turned so he was on his back and his bum was in the air right in front of Cameron. “Hey, watch this Kyle.” Max called to his roommate, who had sat watching both the poster and him with a softening erection. Cumming!” I amateur gasped, feeling powerful convulsions ripple through my pussy. I looked up at her and she kissed me on the forehead. Brunette Tony blushed to the roots of his hair. I anal moved to the head of our bed and fed my cock to Lindsey. It had a small timer in the corner that counted down from 15 between each photo. Carly will be home in a half hour. The first semester comes and goes… and it’s getting close to the holiday season. I was puzzled, then aware. Um… yes? I feel the same but was totally afraid to say that. I wanted to hint to what was going to happen later blowjob tonight with a flirtatious smile.