Perhaps I should have thought of coming to this room for my cumming-out, cock-jerking party. My fingers spread the bush and fondled the warm clitoral jewel they sought. Indian sex I didn’t know Sunday-school-teaching, church-going ladies did that! They were supposed to sag and droop. My cockshaft entered Peggy’s vaginal hole and sank to the full depth of its swollen, elongated length. Wanton sighs and moans of masculine and feminine lust drowned out all other sounds. I think we ought to treat her especially nice today, don’t you? The entire length of my swollen manhood became imbedded in her dripping-wet vaginal cavity. Her hands rested on my chest. (Part three) Afternoon Delight
On the drive home from church, I nearly ran off the road several times.
