My girlfriend’s adult daughter-and why I had

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My girlfriend’s adult daughter-and why I hadThis (fictional-hey I have to say that) story starts with me moving in to my girlfriends house. At the time, her daughter, Savannah, was fifteen. All was fine the first year, on occasion her daughter used to sneak a peek through my door, but I was at worse in my undies and usually just in sweats. In the next year, I built a tiny gym downstairs, and started working out every day, while my girlfriend was at work on the second shift. Soon Savannah started hanging around my workouts, and we talked while I worked out. I worked up a sweat, and she even remarked that she liked the smell. I liked that comment, and it helped me work out, as I increasingly worked harder and harder. Probably six months into the working out, I decided to start doing situps on a mat. I purposely looked like I was having difficulty keeping my legs down, and she readily offered to sit on my legs. I agreed of course, and for the first few times I kept her down on my ankles holding them. I could see the genuine lust in her eyes as she tried to peek up my shorts legs. But instead of doing the obvious, like not wearing underwear or such, I decided a different approach. The next time I asked her to sit on my thighs. She eagerly agreed, and I had her there for the next few times. The first time of course, all I could feel was her crotch getting really tuzla escort warm. I stopped it and thanked her and hopped off to a shower-which included one of my most intense masturbation sessions of my life-I must have pumped out 10 long ribbons of come. The next time I had her on my thighs, she was prepared. She switched from sweats to a skirt, and yes, you guessed it, no underwear. I actually did not put 2 and 2 together at the time-until she sat on my thighs, then I knew by the feel of her naked bush that she was commando. I made sure and kept her at my thigh level, even though I was battling a massive erection. I thought I could not afford to let this progress, and that actually was a great idea-this secret/not so secret foreplay only. The third and last time I let her sit on my thigh she was in the same skirt, and was underwear free as well. This time I let my erection bloom, and I have a six and a half incher, and as I was doing situps, I looked at her and she was looking straight down at my boner. After only a couple of more, I had to stop, and I raced to the shower. I left it unlocked, and we had a glass shower too. So as I started pumping, even though the shower room was getting steamy, I could see the door open enough so that someone in the hall could see the wall mirror that gave a perfect shot at the shower. I proceeded to top my ataşehir escort previous 10 rope jizz session with a long show that climaxed with me climaxing. I decided to stop this as it was heating up too quickly and dangerously, so I stopped working out feigning an injury. Savannah was visibly crushed. I pecked her on the cheek and told her these things had to wait, and she smiled a very very lustful smile. I thought of waiting until she was 18, but it only lasted a couple of months when I started working out again. Zip-she was in the room as she heard the familiar noise from the gym. Yes, I decided to do situps, as my dick was actually itchy from having missed her snatch on my thighs. I rolled the mat out, and this time when I laid down, she sat right. on. my. crotch. She had he sweats on, as I did, but I didn’t have underwear and I don’t believe she did either. After only a couple of situps, I could feel her pussy lips grab my now erect cock and squeeze. And squeeze. And instead of sitting straight up, she had her hands flat on the floor above my head. Her tits were inches from my face, so every situp I had a face full of full, sexy, soft tits. And she started moaning. That’s when I ended it, as I was going to the place of no return. I thanked her, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She moaned when I did that. As I got to get up, she grabbed maltepe escort my cock with her left hand and squeezed twice, moaning and taking her right hand and feeling my naked chest. I pushed her off and raced to the bathroom, locking the door, and jumping into the shower. I came in seconds, and in loads, but I was not satisfied. We would do this again.And we did. After a few more times, Savannah switched to her skirt. I knew we would have some sort of sex, and she had that look too. I started to work out, and she suggested I stop and do the situps. I walked over, with my sweats and g-string underwear on, and laid the mat out. I asked her if I could take off my sweats. She looked like she was ready to faint, but weakly said yea. I pulled my sweats down to reveal my gstring with a three quarter erection that was obviously outlined-that she stared at. I gently took her hands, and said it was sit up time. I kissed her again on the cheek, and laid down. She carefully positioned her pussy over my now throbbing cock in the g string, and bent over me and started moaning. I started my first situp and she reached down and pulled my g string aside and my massive erection found it’s way deeeep into her vagina. No more situps now, it was pushup time. We must have fucked for hours, doggy style, face to face, spooning, and oral and i even fingered her anus. She was wonderfully verbal, screaming her orgasms and loved sucking my cock. I kept fucking her mom and her until her daughter and I got too intense and were caught. But not until she was 19. I still fuck her at least once a year, and she is 36 now.

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