Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. “Ohhh, God, fuck Mother fast!”Tony stepped between his mother’s thighs, and with his cock sticking from his pants, he pushed into her crotch. He stared as his cock disappeared into the hairy slot of her cunt.“Ooooh, wonderful!” Judy gasped, jerking her hips upward.Tony could watch his cock sliding in and out of his mother’s cunt now, and he gripped her twisting hips, gazing down. He saw her pink cunt-lips stretch and hold his cock, her clit straining up from her wet curt folds.Judy cried out at. " I look at the matchbook and nod. His name is Tom. Suddenly my roommate is beside me, and I manage to stammer, "G-g-good to see you again, Tom. I'll call." I look at Tom as he walks away and notice a fist-sized hole in the rear of his jeans. Tightie-whitie briefs. Sexy. I want that boy.I hang back when we get to the dorm, telling my roommate that I have to make a phonecall. As soon as he's inside our room I call the number on the matchbook but hang up when I get the prompt for voice mail. I.Read More
