Although Maya had two children, who I sometimes baby sat for when she was desperate, you couldn’t tell from looking at her. Her hair was almost unna...turally black, and her coffee colored skin was flawless. And she had a classic hourglass figure—big tits, wide hips and a skinny waist. It was not surprising that I often saw men, in expensive cars, pull up in front of her house to take her out. That’s why I babysat for her kids when the dates came on short notice. As Maya approached me, I could. "Karl looked at me holding the pistol pointed at the floor and said, "You really have to learn to listen to Sylvia. She seldom says anything she isn't damn serious about. Find a empty road," Karl said as he put his glove on as well.We were well out of town when I pointed the pistol out the widow and up in the air. I fired nine rounds off just as fast as I could pull the trigger and the automatic pistol worked flawlessly. "Your turn Karl," I said.He pointed his pistol out the window, checked for. I don't dress provocatively or anything -- just baggy jeans and a T-shirt like always (though I make a habit of always wearing a bra these days ... and I've finally learned to put up with at least a pair of white cotton panties). Being an "orphan" I can't afford spendy clothes anyway, so no one thinks less of me for dressing a bit scruffy. But still, the men follow me around like little lost puppy dogs. Even a few of my teachers have tried to put moves on me as well. Of course at school. I soon sported another good stiffy in moments. She then straddled my body as I lay there on my back. Just the feel of her hand squeezing my cock as she guided it into her warm and welcoming pussy was fantastic as it engulfed my throbbing man stick, which sank deeply all the way into her, coming to rest at the base of my man stem. “Oh; that’s lovely she sighed” as she collapsed on top of me, her tits squashing into me, her feminine smell intoxicated me. “Oh yes oh yes” she screamed loud out as.