My sister bought the same outfit as me. Now the bitch rubbing it in my face. Which is better?" said Crystal. I smiled."You have been arguing all day?"... I said. They both smiled. "Ok! Before I can decided. Go back upstairs. Dress like you were going out to the club. Like your trying to win a contest. Put on some makeup. Tease up your hair. Put on some earrings. Pull your jeans up some, to show off your legs. Put on some wooden heels. Then come back down here. Then I will give you my honest opion.. I found myself surrounded by The Dip Shit Crew (my nickname for them) and that familiar feeling of dread appeared in my gut. They started with the usual names and insults but this time they took it a step further and actually started shoving me around. They were pushing me and calling me faggot and little queer and I panicked. I thought maybe one of them saw me gazing at Christian too long and now it would be the end for me. I was terrified and the look on my face seemed to encourage them even. In a few minutes the pain reduced and Bri began to moan and thrust back against Buster's cock. "Oh God Oh God Oh God," she chanted as Buster's cock brushed her g spot and his balls slapped her clit.She started coming and the orgasm just kept going, renewing itself with every thrust. Suddenly a new type of pain began to surface as Buster's cock grew a knot. He slowed, then pounded deep into her with one hard thrust. His seed streamed into her pussy, and the knot grew to about the size of a. ..it sort of builds upon the cooperating parties and depends on a high degree of patience by everyone involved.My experience started with a very young wife who managed to produce 4 babies in the first 5 years of marriage. So, you know what she enjoyed. After #4, she was able to adjust to a birth control regimen which allowed total "bareback" sex without as much danger of pregnancy. She steadfastly refused to use condoms under any circumstances. I like that philosophy, you just have to.