10-4 For old time's sake... - Sex Stories

10-4 For old time's sake...

... you.

(Yeah right, Franny!! The look on your face at the time proves that you are lying now.)

Changing tack completely, like an ice skater, she said sweetly:

Come inside darling, but can you put this mask on please, just in case there's any bacterial transmission either way.

She took me by the hand, but I roughly picked her up and threw her light frame over my 6'2" shoulder, fireman's lift style, and she squealed like a piglet and thrashed her legs and arms about. To absolutely no avail.

Into the bedroom, she still screaming, I body slammed her onto the bed, and ripped apart her blouse to reveal huge braless tits which I motorboated.

She said: I swear I'm gonna fuck your brains out, but first let me check on the baby. (To witness Franny's maternal instinct was very touching, and showed me a completely different side to her character.)

A few minutes she came back.

Yeah, he's drifting off to sleep now. (Evil Hooded Claw laugh) The whisky and sleeping tablets should be taking effect any moment now!!

Serious face returned. Stevie-boy, can you strip me and eat me out? Chris is good at fucking but not in that department. I think I need to send him to mum for training.

Her pussy tasted as good to me now as it did the very first time. She writhed and wriggled in ecstasy as I gave her the full works.

Let me undress you, and just stick in it me, no more foreplay. Make it as quick or as slow as you like. I just want to feel those spurts on my vaginal ...

... walls. If you can recover quickly enough, I'll BJ and HJ you. You've never tit-fucked me, so I'd like to try that and feel your spunk hit my chin.

We started missionary, then ended up doggy style.

During our pause, she checked him again.

We tried the boob job with her on her back, but found it was better with Franny on top squeezing her two melons on my shaft. She scooped up my baby batter with fingers and tasted and declared it similar to a previous vintage she knew. As expected, she snowballed it back at me.

We gave each other a pee drink (took me right back to the day on the forest trail for the first one). Then stood in the bath and sprayed each other. Just like old times, as we did altogether in the big bath when we first moved into the new house. Rinsed and dried each other off, got dressed. I brought the boxes in and took them to the spare room at her direction.

You know, Steve (getting a bit weepy, very unlike her), that was great today but I think it was our last time.

I put her chin in my hands and said: I know, pumpkin, I agree. But the vision of you standing over the toilet in your mum's old place, showing me your pink insides for the first time - that image is permanently pasted to the inside of my forehead. Even when I'm old and senile -not long to go now - I will still refer to it.

Steve, I've had a baby and I'm a few years older. Let me sit on the edge of the bed and hold myself open again like Mary taught me. Tell me what you see.

We ...