Maybe girls watch different porn, I reasoned. ‘Penises.’ Nope. Maybe ‘dicks’? Oh, I got it. Singular form. ‘Penis.’ …No? Okay, fuck it, just ‘sex.’ Woah, a result. No, results. I leaned in to the computer – half in excitement, half in disbelief. Sex stories. Molly read sex stories. Like, a lot of them! She was a sexual creature, tits I had a case! …Well, I had something. Excitedly, I clicked a japan link. I couldn’t be so egotistical to hope to find one amateur with an ‘Aaron,’ but even just knowing her fetishes might help. Maybe there’s was one for sleep sex or something. Ten minutes passed by, my research getting more and more silly with each passing second, even to me. Plus, as it turned out, Molly was into those ‘sex’ stories where the cumshot non-sexual part of the story dwarfed the actual sex. Yawn. Yeah, I read sex stories to kill my boner and find out what crazy high school adventures Andy or whoever goes on, not to get off. Eventually, I closed the browser, making sure I didn’t leave a footprint too easily traceable on her computer. I sat, staring at her open screen. Her choice in sex stories didn’t tell me much (apart from the fact that she was potentially a lover of boring stuff), but it was existent. It was there. Maybe Molly asian was living out a fantasy of hers in her sleep. They always say the freaks are the quieter ones. This could help explain me, or explain what happened, or at least put what happened into context. This meant at least something. “You okay?” I heard a gruff voice behind me. I practically jumped. Shutting the laptop screen and turning around almost in one motion, my gaze locked on to that of Jerome’s. Either what he needed to do with Chris was super quick, or he was back home for something. “Yeah, fine.” I quickly and a little too casually replied. “What are you doing downstairs?” “I heard noises.” It was always a treat to watch Kelsey work. I tried to get a better look, but just then I spotted Officer O’Brien with Lindsey’s father. It was a bit of a windy day and I put on a tight miniskirt tits but Ryan ‘persuaded’ me to change it to a thin, ‘A’ shaped cotton, shorter one. Damn man can't do anything right." I’ve thought about this and I’m going to please you like no man has done before. John started saying as he burst into the room. Nobody else was home yet so I locked the door on my way out again. It's been a fantasy of mine to submit to someone. “I love you Dad,” I said. He is pleased with how she eagerly follows his instructions with such enthusiasm. We stared into each other's eyes and smiled. "We really don't know if that works yet and if she only grows hair in spots she would be useless for sale." I can watch it back whenever I want. They had no real need to talk amateur because it seemed each could guess the cumshot other's thoughts. For instance, it is possible that I may not have asian been the very first girl that Freddy ever fucked. The hand belonged to another woman in a black mini skirt but nothing else. There sure was a lot more there to play with than a vagina. My pussy ached and throbbed. Well, too late now. As I was going about as fast as I have ever japan fucked anyone, with my short dick, I was sliding all the way out and was going all the way in until my balls slapped the table.