Marathi cybersex chat stories
"Damn she's fucking hot," Mitch thought to himself.
Emma had been divorced for about a year, and Mitch felt a little guilty for looking at her this way. Ferguson, he'd lived next door to them since he was an infant, but Mitch was nineteen now and Mrs. Mitch figured he could fill a gallon milk bottle if he had kept all the semen he'd produced while watching Emma sunbathe by her pool, and he'd only been home from college for a week.
Every fall it was a pain cleaning the fallen leaves out so the pool could be used.
Mitch figured if you couldn't swim in a pool with leaves, you certainly couldn't use one with a huge tree branch in it.
When Emma looked at Mitch, she saw the six year old in a Lone Ranger mask, shooting a cap gun in front of her house.
Mitch figured that at some point Emma had to feel the need for some cock.
" "Don't worry honey, I already called a tree service, I'm sure Emma will let you use her pool for today." Sweet victory, Mitch thought to himself.
He had to show her he was a full grown man, capable of satisfying her desires.
Mitch's extremely tight swim trunks were so small that every single detail of his dick was clearly visible, and they weren't even wet.
Mitch thought that if he were to get an erection, it might just tear the trunks right off of him.
Mitch sawed one of the tree limbs about halfway through, hoping its weight would cause it to fall into the pool by morning.
Mitch woke up the next morning to find the tree limb crashed into the pool, just as he hoped.