How about I call you Lynn?” “Okay, Matt, you got to see me, now let me change back.” “Hold on, Lynn, not so fast. Don’t run off on me already. Come sit on the sofa with me.” “I don’t think we should do that, Matt. I’m not one of your little girlfriends, I’m Lenny.” “While you’re like this, you’re Lynn, and I like Lynn. Come on, please sit on Babes the sofa with me.” “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done this. I want to change.” Matt put and arm indian around me tight and walked me over to the couch, riding pulling me down beside him there. He had his arm around my shoulders and seemed to be getting way too much pleasure out of this. “Lynn, baby, you are one hot fox.” “Matt, this feels really weird.” “Not weird, Lynn, just a little kinky, baby.” “No one has ever seen me like this before. I had turned her into my slutty Mommy, and now she was defending me. She was riding dominating her husband without me even ordering her to. As I was doing this I squatted down with my butt toward him to pick up the hanger that I had dropped. By mypenname3000 Curious women were always wanting to have sex with me. It was fun, but now... I’m freaking out right indian now. “You know I love you as a friend, right?” My friend Babes came. She moaned as he entered her and as he got himself all the way inside her he said "Wow you are tight". The reaction was automatic, her head turned sharply, and the shit was expelled by the spontaneous projectile vomit that shot out, over her stallion's left leg, her own hair and the bed covers. I nodded, “Yes Daddy.” I quickened my licks and pushed my tongue deeper into her wet, hot pussy every time. Where am I going now he thought feeling the directions that Triada had left him.