All Chapters of Sweet Kitty: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Come here. Lay down," I slid off the bed to the floor between her legs. Taking a closer look at the dildo, I noticed that it was approximately 8 inches in length and wide enough that my hands didn't reach around it.I reached out and touched it. Every time I moved it, she squirmed. I started to stroke it, grasping it firmly. With short jabs, I jacked that dildo making the twin fuck her hard. Her breathing began to get choppy.

Preshy and Mike were sitting on the couch watching a romantic movie. It was a show we seen before and I was distracted, by her. It was the middle of the movie and I was slowly inching closer to her. I decided to go for it and pulled the blanket over us. She didn't take her eyes off the TV. “Is there anything you want?” I asked. She turned and smiled a

One day Brown and his friends were having a football game to play and he was running late because he had overslept.   I quickly threw on some shorts and a tank top, my friends had this very funny idea that they were going to blow up my voicemail and text messages, they all were playing their heads in the game.   When the other team won they repacked the teams, My team won all games, after a few round I noticed an old high school friend, she was standing there with her long black hair in a ponytail she was wearing a black and orange bra and some orange shorts, just seeing her turned me on, so I went over to talk to her.   We talked about how she was and what how she was doing, in a soft sweet voice she went over to me and said,   “Brown I know that you're not wearing any underwear”

Mike and Rosey has been seeing each other for about 9 months and our relationship was pretty good and solid.She was 45 and she lived in a city apartment with her teenage daughter Merry. 

It began like any other weekend for them he drove hours just to get to town. The drive was excruciating for both of them. The anticipation, the desire, the needing and longing for one another's touch.    He finally arrived around midnight, she met him at the door in the cute little pajamas that he always loved seeing her in. Her hair was down curls full and bouncy her beautiful eyes glittering like the deepest blue sapphires in the moon light. He found it hard to control himself. He was so in love with this beautiful woman standing in front of him.    She too had a very deep desire for this man. She knew that every time he came to town their love would just continue to grow. They couldn't even make it off the porch and into the house before embracing each other in a deep passionate kiss he could feel her firm breasts pressed against him and she could feel his hardening manhood pre

She couldn't take it anymore she reached down and pulled his face to hers. Thrusting her mouth to his he forced his lips apart with her tongue.    Her kiss was deep passionate and almost unbearable once again she could feel his manhood pushing against her. She whispered in his ear don't stop kissing me, as she reached down and slowly undid his pants.    She eased his pants down freeing his manhood. He managed to get his legs free of his jeans. Her hand easing back up his thighs until it found his manhood she softly began stroking him.    His breath deepened as he let out a small sigh of ecstasy. He had done exactly as she had asked and never stopped kissing her. His strong hands eased down her body sliding her pajama bottoms off exposing the cute panties that were his favorite.    Her soft thig

 I had just gotten into bed, pulled the blankets up, and grabbed my novel for what was probably my 50th reading, when my phone rang. Who would possibly be calling right now?

 “Ok, ok, doing it,” I laugh, and try to down the whole thing in one swallow.Bad idea. The liquor hits the back of my throat and I instantly seize up into a cough, like fire all the way down into my lungs. 

 When she talks, she waves her hands around and I suddenly imagine her hands cupping my own breasts, squeezing, and her mouth coming down over my nipple, licking. Sucking. Moaning. “I have to go,” I say suddenly, too loudly.

 Cherry closes the door firmly behind us, turns the deadbolt and pulls the chain across. It’s dark - only a touch of light reaches us from a single lamp that I had left on in the bedroom down the hall. The quiet in the apartment is almost shocking after the noise outside; the cars passing by, the clomping of our feet against the sidewalk, had all seemed so quiet, but now, behind the closed door, no longer moving, all I can hear is our hurried breath against the silence.