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Lockdown conversation No 4

Joined
Sep 21, 2013
Location
London
‘Again?’

‘Why not?’

‘This is the third day in a row. You’re a real stud.’

‘I did it three times on our wedding night.’

‘You did, but that was 33 years ago.’

‘So?’

‘Help me get my pants off, luv, they’re caught on my toe.’

‘You’re tight today.’

‘Are you having trouble down there? Let me have a look. Yes, I see – my hairs are in a real tangle. Hold on while I get them out of your way. They really need a good trim.’

‘No need, I like them, always have. Never liked girls who shaved themselves.’

‘Girls?’

‘Yes, girls. The ones I hung out with before I met you.’

‘There, is that easier for you to get in now?

‘Yea, thanks. You’re juicy.’

‘Don’t you think that may be something to do with how big you are?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Haven’t you noticed that however dry I am to begin with, I always wet up when you stretch me open.’

‘Your cunt is always so hot.’

‘Tell me about those other girls, the ones before me. Who were they? Ouch.’

‘Sorry, you’re not sore are you?’

‘No, luv, I’m not sore, and it wouldn’t matter if I were. Just got a twinge in my hip, that’s all. Give me a minute while I get myself comfortable.’

‘Do you want me to come out?’

‘No, I like you in there and you can tell me about those girls while I’m getting into a better position.’

‘It was a long time ago, I really can’t remember their names, there were only a couple anyway.’

‘There, that’s much better, you can start again now. Was Sandra one of them?’

‘Yes – since you mention it – yes, she was – as it happens.’

‘Slow down, luv, there’s no rush. I always wondered, about the knowing looks Sandra used to give me. Like we were sharing a secret.’

‘What secret would that be?’

‘Your cock, silly, she and I both knew how big it was.’

‘She didn’t say anything.’

‘Of course not, silly, she didn’t want you getting arrogant. Now tell me about the other one.’

‘Phyllis.’

‘Phyllis. I don’t belief it. That stuck up bitch. She was always claiming she would be a virgin on her wedding day, the only one of us who could walk down the aisle in white. And she was shagging you. And how many others, I wonder.’

‘I don’t know about that, but I wasn’t her first, I’m sure of that.’

‘Let me get my legs round yours, I like the way that feels.’

‘OK, I just need to, right, that’s better, yes much better.’

‘Go on, force me while I squeeze hard to try to keep you out. That’s it, nice, so nice, arhhhh.’

‘Take it, bitch, you can’t keep me out of that juicy cunt.’

‘Oh God, you’re so powerful today, like a piston.’

‘Look at the way your tits wobble, you’re disgusting, that’s what you are, a real whore.’

‘Yeah, and I want you to spunk me up, stud, come on, fill that pussy.’

‘It’s waiting for you, my nuts are carrying a full load today.’

‘You really do carry a lot, don’t you. It was running down my legs yesterday. That’s really impressive for your age. My friends say- Yes, yes, harder, please, harder. Yes.’

‘Your friends, what do they say?’

‘What, what’s that? Fuck you knocked me up good just then.’

‘You mentioned your friends.’

‘Yea, they say their husbands have pretty much run out of steam. Only good for a thin dribble at Christmas and anniversaries.’

‘Are you ready for my load, spunk bucket? Just open up and let it flow.’

‘No, not yet, luv, I told you not to rush, we don’t often get time to be together like this.’

‘Are you going to tell them about today?’

‘You bet. Like I told them about yesterday. That’s nice, really nice, slow, long and slow, oh yeah. And about the day before. Not sure they believed me, but I don’t care.’

‘Maybe you should send them a picture of your thighs with my thick cum oozing out of your pussy.’

‘Maybe I did already.’

‘No, no, not that, please stop that.’

‘What’s the problem, what do you want me to stop?’

‘That trick you do with your cunt muscles, squeezing and teasing my cock.’

‘I really have no idea what you mean.’

‘Fuck, shit, shit and fuck, no, no, please.’

‘Have you done, luv?’

‘Sorry, couldn’t stop myself. It was your fault.’

‘Of course, it was, it always is. Shall I make us a cup of tea?’
 
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