Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. Doris and her k**s, Marge's oldest son and daughter who were both home from college, and Barb and I were all issued blankets and pillows and we all camped out in Marge's family room. Marge and her other two k**s went upstairs to bed. I guess there were about eight of us in that big room.Well, we talked for a little while until everyone pretty much fell asleep, and not long after everyone got quiet I was awoken by a hand sneaking under my blanket and into my shorts. It was Barb! She was. He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, nearly engulfing the entire length of her slit. He blew his hot breath onto her, excited by the feeling of power it gave him to note the way she bucked and shifted in response to his every action. Shit, I never expected Bill's mother to be this hot in bed! he mused.His tongue swept up and down her cunt, circling around her urethra and up to tease her erect clitoris. He held onto her waist tightly, his head going right with her as she lunged back.Read More
