Category: Dave Dax

Both of us cuddled a sobbing Angie then, but she was glowing too in the aftermath of her orgasm, “I’m […]

It was three more days before they brought her home, three days in which we went to see her first […]

Gardening had never been such a pleasant chore, to please me she’d put on a tiny denim micro skirt over […]

It’s all a bit blurred now, as I said we were both quite drunk, but I do remember us getting […]

At least Mickey had panties on, which she displayed gleefully after my face had recovered from the shock of seeing […]

It took her less than an hour to pack her stuff in the car and it was still only late […]

It was the morning after our encounter with Mickey’s ex lover and we were sitting in the kitchen drinking our […]