Rebecca's Diary

lling him "Patch" because Aunt Gladys had put a patch on the rear of his jeans one year, he happily adopted that as his permanent handle.) My hubby, Jesse, had gone off

conference, Patch and I went to a movie and for s

first put his hand in my panties. Mason was the fucker's name. He rubbed around down there and then a finger went

usin I was sitting n

with Zoe in here," I asked in my full imp. He dated her all through high school an

t my effrontery. "Well, ... uh

ar did

would jerk me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job du

n wh

behind that old barn and fuck in the back seat. Boy

d me would make

get your

. "But no, Mr. Larson got that," I giggl

u babysit

onset Alzheimer's that summer, I

h

ot home... so to speak. She had a separate room by th

ad about that. I hope M

t there first - and took his liberties later, sometimes even the same night after I left

er shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of

r think about having sex with me, Pat

jerk off thinking what it was like. ... But you know, incest a

fantasies to

wit

You and all the

o loudly for the movie t

g got into me. A devil of sorts. I stared over at him

?!?" He looked a

y got faster. And it wasn't long before his hand went up under my tee shirt, fondled there a while til it moved to pull up the h

me. A deeply suppressed moan, caught the attention of the folks three rows up, but they onl

," I said as I licked off the part

oo," he said, replicating my lic

lly as we ran through the lobby and out to the car

it still offered a hiding place not visible from

shirt, bra and panties off. After the briefest of foreplays, we po

est, you kno

t making babies. B

, then deep inside me. He played with my boobs and we french kissed while we fucke

strokes that pounded my cervix. But it was getting uncomfortable in the

of us suppressed the sounds of our pleasure this time. He grabbed both of my tits as he pounded me faster and faster

was over. We got ourselves back together. I wiped off the ba

ssembled gin and tonics, another relic of a bygone era. Then I excused mysel

bed wit

. I always imagined you so. But for r

marriage bed. Patch sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled off his pants and shirt. Then he caresse

as he could reach, and I started licking his balls. His kisses moved up to my pussy lips and I started licking his shaft and gnawing on it sideways in my mouth. His tongue found its way into my slit and his tip found its way into my mouth. My clit w

to work again, his finger rimmed me and the entire situation sent me over the top. I wet my own finger and just as I started to play with his rim, he was erupting in my throat. Jet after

his and started kissing him. Gently, adoringly, he kissed back and softly pressed his hands a

e one more time,

ot us aroused again. He filled my body with his regenerated cum as I held onto the faucets. Then I used the shower hose to make sure I wouldn't leave a spot in

asher. He would have to dry them. During our parting kiss, he

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of whipped cream. He poured a nice merlot that had been chilling all afternoon. Sitting on the chaise longue, we pa

tits and my pussy, my butt hole and finally my nose. And starting with my nos

se for sucking, if I'd ever heard one. But I didn't let him cum

at a great way to keep a girl in the mood - and fucked our brains out, starting in my rear. He helped me make dinner by fucking

e right places and had two fingers inside my pussy. I tugged on his cock and led him between my parted knees. We fucked til he came, and

at my husband and I hadn't done many times. But it was so