It again turned my mind on another issue why we call girls slut, whore or randi etc.If she wants to have sex with her choice. Doesn’t she have this ...right to even choose whom she wants to sleep with? Of course, she has. She is an individual with her own personality. Her body and mind should be in her own command and not in anyone else’s.Nobody has the right to pass the judgment on her character. Girls are like a flower who blossom only if you allow her freedom. If the shadow of your so-called. "You woke me." So what?" You should be nice to me, it's my birthday," I said."Yeah, so what? It's mine too. But you're only five. I'm seven, so I'mbigger and older." I'm gonna tell mommy," I threatened.Billy looked worried. "Don't tell. If you don't tell I'll show you asecret." What is it?" Keep quiet and come in." He closed the door after I walked into hisroom. Looking around I couldn't believe how different it looked from myroom. My room was filled with dolls and stuffed animals. Billy's. I could feel her adjusting to me, taking every inch. I gave her the shortest moment to get used to having me down her throat, but it seemed to me she didn’t need it. She took my full cock like a pro, with no sound but the glugging sound as I filled her throat. I quickly moved on to the full on face fucking.One hand on the back of her head to push, the other wrapped around the ponytail to pull, I thrust deep inside Sara’s warm mouth again and again. I started forcing her head up and down on. Despite my relative weakness and discomfort, it was worth it to feel a woman’s hot, wet cunt surrounding my dick at last. It had been so long since I felt that amazing sensation. To feel a woman’s heat on my prick again, to see her tits waving above my face, to caress her sleek, smooth buttocks as she mounted me ... damn, it was glorious! Most of all, the look of pure rapture on April’s face as she bounced up and down on my pole ... oh, fuck, yeah, it was awesome!“Oh, God ... April ... you ....