My Morning With Beth

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It was a Saturday morning, and my wife was away, so I was doing what I do whenever she is not home – searching for porn. It was early – only 7 AM – but it is never too early to jerk off. I was wearing what I sleep in – jogging shorts made of a quick drying fabric and a tee shirt of the same material. My penis was already tingling. It was time to retrieve the newspaper, so I headed to the door, looked around to see if anyone was watching; they weren’t, or at least I didn’t see them, so I went out to the curb and picked up my NY Times. Yes, my slight erection was visible in my scanty shorts, but I thought I was pretty much alone. Then I noticed Beth’s shade moving. She might have been watching. Oh, well.I returned to my computer and, after looking at what was available, opened a link to a movie about an encounter between an African-American man and his white step-daughter. The story line had the daughter coyly Sex hikayeleri mention to her dad that her girlfriends had been asking her if what they say about a black man’s penis is true. In any case, the man eventually opened his pants, showed a really large erect penis, and then the two proceeded to fuck. I like scenes with at least a bit of seduction as this one had – even if I also want the hardcore. So there I was, lightly running my fingers over the head of my hardening penis – just through my shorts, no need to rush things. Then I heard a knock on the door. Shit, who could that be?Our front door is mostly glass so, as I got closer to the door, I could see that it was Beth standing there. I placed my newspaper in front of my shorts, covering my erection, and opened the door half way. “Is anything wrong?” I asked.“No,” Beth replied, “I saw you a few minutes ago and wondered if you Sikiş hikayeleri were alone. Can we get a look at the pictures?”The pictures. Since our photo session, I had been sneaking time to edit the photos. There were a lot of them, and given that they were of Beth, I had to do my editing when my wife was not around. “Sure,” I said. Then I put down my newspaper and let my hard-on show. Beth’s eyes went to my crotch and stayed there as I led her in. Then she said, “I hope I am not interrupting.”I told her, “It’s ok.” She took off the light coat she was wearing and I could see that she, too, was in skimpy clothing. Her bottoms were also track shorts, but they were even shorter than mine, and cut to flatter her womanly shape. Her top was nearly transparent, and it stretched around her breasts. I could see the rough texture of her nipples and even the dark circles of her areolas. I pulled Erotik hikaye up a second chair in front of my computer. Beth saw the movie running and the paper towels and lubrication. She looked surprised and said, “Oh.” I said, “You can leave if this bothers you. If we look at the photos, I’ll get hard, so we might as well deal with my hard-on now.” Beth said, “It’s ok.” She stared again at my penis making a tent in my shorts, then reached over and let her fingers circle the tip. She said she likes the way the head of man’s penis looks and feels. I said that if she does too much of that I’ll spurt, but said it feels great. I was starting to breath heavily, even twitching involuntarily as she rubbed my penis back and forth. Then she stopped. I reached my hand over to feel her knee and then felt her leg up to her thighs. I guess I wanted to see if she would pull away. She didn’t. I moved even higher, grazing her pussy. She gulped but let me have my way with her. Her chest was heaving with arousal. Then I returned to the computer. I opened up the folder with Beth’s pictures – I had made a slide show out of the collection, editing, cropping and enhancing where needed.

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