It’s TMI Tuesday. Express yourself. 1. Do you want a divorce or to leave your present romantic relationship? 2. Do you think your relationship needs couples therapy? 3. If your relationship needs fine-tuning, what would you do to tweak it? 4. Is your relationship over or are you just in a bad phase? How long […]
It was no secret around the warehouse that I had it bad for Tami. So Annie would make sure to talk to me in her Cardiff way about the “little twat”, as she referred to Tami, while giving me hand jobs in her office.
“You’d split Tam’s little cunt.”
Annie’s spittle lubed hand stroked my cock vigorously.
“You get yourself nicked if you ever got this crackin’ beast all the way in her.”
Annie would go on and on until giving me peace by finally taking me into her highly skilled mouth.
Ah blissful slurping silence.Time to fantasize about Tami’s tiny twat.
Annie took one more pause to look up at me. Her blue eyes framed by jet black hair with my stiff nineteen year old cock glistening before her forty something face and added in her pronounced “Kadiff” accent, “Of course Rene’s big arse probably has no problem with big banger here. How is Little Miss Preppy Knickers these days?”
With that her red lipsticked lips parted in a smile.
“C’m ‘ere beastie.” With that she ran her decidedly pointed tongue up my balls, along the bottom of my shaft causing a near climax. She roughly clamped deft fingers around the base of my shaft.
“Aw-righhh. Not just yet ducks.”
I have to figure out a way to teach Rene these tricks without raising a, “where did you learn that”, question.
Tami burst into the office as if on cue. Her little head snapped to view my cock. I swear her jaw dropped as she surveyed that from which she had long demurred despite numerous overtures.
“It is what it is.” Annie smirked at her. “I told you Tam’s.”
Funny that Annie hadn’t given me her usual instruction to lock her office door for this deep conference.
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- Wherehouse / Do Respect Her Butt
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- Wherehouse / Nothing
- Wherehouse / Thanksgiving
- Wherehouse / On Notice
- Wherehouse Ellen
- Wherehouse Annie
- Wherehouse Tasha
- Wherehouse Tamara
- Wherehouse / When the Journaling is Over
“I like when you come back from a slither and are able to deliver such a load only minutes after your last offering.” She daintily licked my remaining offerings of her finely manicured nails.
By now memories of my travel were non existent.
As I had stated previously most often I would return to Judy.
Until I didn’t.
Step right up! Get your TMI Tuesday here. 1. Where is the most beautiful place on earth and why? 2. How old is the most expired item in your fridge? 3. What’s under your bed? 4. What is in your pocket? 5. Which famous person would you like to be best-friends with? Why? 6. There […]
Too Many Words Tuesday
Let’s get goofy
Hi.Answer the questions below as always. Most of these are questions from famous advertisements. I don’t know how universal the ads or questions are, so if you have some famous advert questions from The U.K. or Canada or anywhere submit them forTMI Tuesday. You don’t have to know the ad to give great answers. Have fun, get goofy.
2. Where’s Waldo?
3. The best part of waking up is?
4. Got Milk?
5. Have you driven a Ford lately?
6. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
7. Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?
8. Do you Yahoo?
Bonus: Is a picture worth a thousand words? Elaborate.
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People, hey! Good to see you back. Welcome, if it is your first time. Let’s get this TMI Tuesday going…Share! 1. Hi there. Tell us about your job and what you do? 2. What piece of advice would you give to a co-worker? 3. What 2 pieces of advice would you give to a new […]
I found pleasure doing Cindy like a little doggy draped upon the well stuffed arm of my overstuffed divan. The access to her hind quarters given while she place her hands on the floor next to the sofa left her wide and wanton as I plumbed her depths and my hips slapped her hindquarters.
After a few months of afternoon hotel, motel, and Cindy’s apartment bedroom finally the courts had moved the ex wife out. Now the kids were spending the weekend at the grandparents and Cindy and I had my house. No worries about next room’s occupants or Cindy’s adult daughter coming home from work early. The moan that was instigated by Cindy’s swirling tongue and suckling mouth all over my prick found it’s way through my core and issued forth from my throat echoing across the barren wasteland of post industrial Northwest Indiana. One last look down at her bespectacled hazel eyes as her mouth did it’s magic had me spurting and spewing forceful down her moist and welcoming mouth. Only a few dripplets escaped as her cheeks puffed out to absorb the silky stream.
With a catty smile and a gulp my female Felix the Cat visage licked her lips and pronounced, “Well now.”
No other exposition was required.
My knees gave out and I dropped before her. Now I was face to face with those large hazel eyes. I gently pulled her feline face towards me and explored her victorious mouth, her tongue probed mine to return me as seasoning which still lingered there. Our tongues cajoled, our passions revived I lifted her primly knee placed skirt and surveyed that sweet landing stripped real estate. No more Felix the Cat comparisons applied under her skirt. Neither did any panties.
No other exposition required.
As Cindy lay back on my ex marital divan I parted her divine thighs, placed my hands on her righteous rump, and her perfect pussy rose up to meet my eager and worshiping tongue as I lasciviously lapped at her lugubrious labia.
My exposition got away from me there.
Now it was Cindy’s turn to allow her caterwauling to echo thru the hallways of my ex marital domicile.
Phoning it in
My Hoosier house was on the Hoosier market and I was getting out of Hoosierville. When Cindy showed up at my door I realized she was of the type I wouldn’t have given another look at. Oh what I have missed.
She looked like Felix the cat. Big glasses eyes, sly face, and her big magic sack in tow. We spent the whole weekend on my huge four poster ex-marital bed doing do’s that had never been done on on that mattress.
When she arrived she entered, dropped her magic bag on the stairs that led to the bedroom, and installed herself on the divan. Smoothing her skirt out over her knees in a proper fashion she said,”So.”
I stood before her as she looked up at me with hazel eyes behind Felix glasses with her sly feline face inches before my growing trouser tent. She smiled.
I gave her my best Cheshire grin knowing what I knew. As she set my zipper on a downward path the commando within sprang up and presented himself to the tip of her nose.
Her lips parted in an oval ohh and I took the plunge . I savored the feel, sights, and sound’s as my cock was engulfed in her Felix face.