The next morning while enjoying her breakfast she was checking on her mails to see that Megan had responded, she had send her contact number and had said to call her as soon as you got the message.He let out a gasp of relief reality as his deepest desire mom came true.But my guess is it teaches you you're a slutty little old fucktoy who pisses like a dog for the amusement of men and gets aroused by urine.Dumbledore just sat there staring at her without speaking.Rekha mature came to senses as she felt something brush against her blouse.They faced me, licking their lips, all so hungry for it.His nipples hardened from the sensation.The first tendrils of winter had crept up on Isabelle by surprise.Josiah!I open my mouth and she immediately shoves the ball in, attaches the belt and giggles.Amy Hahaha!Seeing her legs so gorgeously framing her gaping pussy, almost asking him to fuck it with his raging cock, made him crazy with desire and he knew he couldn't keep from cumming much longer, whether he was in her or not.Another man to use her, just like her father.With a grunt he tears granny open her shirt. And as you should have already figured out by now, the one guy that I tend to fantasize about the most just happens to be Freddy.No matter whether I like it or not, Freddy was--and will always be--the first guy who ever had sex with me. And as far as I'm concerned, Freddy will always be that special guy who took my virginity, when he fucked me with his verga and fertilized my panocha in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon.So even though I love my husband dearly, I still kept finding myself fantasizing about Freddy quite frequently throughout my adult life--although I have to admit that I do it much less nowadays than I used to, back when I was a younger woman.The point I'm trying to make here is that my single sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon ended up mature drastically changing the very core of my sexuality. And it permanently altered my sexual desires and preferences to this very day.By the way, there is something extremely ironic about my sexual encounter mom with Freddy. You see, Freddy, never got married, and he is now paralyzed from the waist down, and has been that way ever since he was in his early 20's. I know that Freddy continued to live with his mother until she finally passed away a few years ago. And now he's finally living by himself in the family home, far away granny in a different state from where my husband, Ray (not his real name), and I live. And of course, the irony in all this is that it's quite possible that I may have been the only girl reality that Freddy ever got to fuck in his entire life.However, just for the record, I do realize that it's much more likely that, during his adolescent years (before he became paralyzed), Freddy may have sexually molested and raped other young girls, besides me. If that is actually the case, then I can only hope that those other young girls were able to mentally and old emotionally cope with the experience, so that they could go on to live a wonderful, satisfying life, just like I have.* * * * *Congratulations! You have managed to make it all the way to the end of my Freddy story. But this is really only the end of the first part of my Freddy story. The second and final part of my Freddy story is titled Freddy in the Bathroom: My Wife's Confession. It is posted at this same site, and was written by my husband, Ray, from his point-of-view (of course, I helped him edit his part of the story, just like he helped me edit mine).Ray's take on my Freddy story focuses mainly on what exactly took place during my actual confession to him about Freddy, as well as on the drastic impact that my confession ended up having on our future sexual relationship together.* * * * * Vanessa had just turned eighteen and still lived at her parents' house. She was very beautiful and could have any man she wanted, but it seemed that her standards were high for someone of her age. Her fetishes were all of that of the supernatural.