.” She picks up a small cuddly toy – a soft Border Collie dog and shows it to camera with a slightly embarrassed look on her face, then sneaks a l...ook under its belly and laughs at herself.“I know how to have fun. I like sex ... I’ve just never been a particularly demonstrative girl. I’m not ‘out there’, if you know what I mean ... But I’d never even thought about doing this until I got pregnant ... The cravings started very early, before I even knew I was. I was suddenly obsessed with giving my. Most were married, and over fifty. I would walk down town and just meet a man and strike up conversation about something and then turn the conversation to sex. I would tell them about my k**s and my husband and how crappy my sex life is. Within ten to fifteen minutes of meeting one of these guys I would have my skirt up and they would pushing their cock into me. two minutes later my cunt would be full of hot sticky spunk and I would have a smile on my face and the men go back to their world. My hair was pulled in odd ways. My eye shadow, a mix of dark and light blues and my blush were still in place. Hart made no offer to have me clean up or fix my makeup.As I stood there he began having me model my small girly body in different poses. He had me stretch like a gymnast and stand like a model. As I did, I began to notice my pussy was leaking a slick mess down my inner thighs. Hart had cum inside me. I was confident that I would not be pregnant, but I was still embarrassed by. Greedily I lapped up the exquisite nectar that flowed around my pumping fingers while she screamed out unintelligibly and her eyes rolled back into her head. Finally she pushed my face away, her clit too sensitive to take anymore. She pulled me up from between her legs and kissed me deeply before licking away her juices that coated my face. "Fuck me", she gasped, "and this time I want to feel you cum inside me."I grabbed onto my re-energized erection and pushed it in to the hilt. Her pussy, wet.