His hips must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the length of the strokes he managed. I casually scratched his neck and ears for a minute or two more and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious (although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like someone trying very hard not to look suspicious). Milf sex After playing, petting, and generally frisking around for a while, I slipped my pants off and got on all fours again. Then I had to say “enough, Lad!” and pull myself back from him. Was it late enough yet? My dad wants me to go off to college. Lad isn’t ridiculously huge like you read about in dumb stories, but his knot’s about the size of a lemon, and added to the length he’d already buried, that was plenty enough to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy.
