Pornographic visions danced in
my brain. You know, like subconsciously making love to him
through my wife? Free porn Next to the clock was a picture of Linda taken a few
years ago by a photographer friend. His big cock had entered her from
behind with little resistance. They had sat on the couch and talked for a few minutes, and he
was soon very hard indeed again. Bringing it out, she’d put it to his
lips and let him lick it clean, all the while keeping their eyes
locked. Jesus, sometimes my lack
of self-awareness scares even me. She had asked him to drive and as they made their way
to his place, had reached over, unzipped his pants and pulled his
cock out. Whenever I look at Linda for a long time and have to describe her,
the best I can come up with is a “fawn.” Everyone we meet say she
reminds them of Audrey Hepburn (no, it’s before my time, but I HAVE
seen her movies).
