He massaged her creamy-white asscheeks, spreading them and rubbing his prick up and down between them. Then he shoved his cock down lower so he could ...fuck it into her cunt again. Not so fast, the girl complained. Gimme a few minutes, huh? Its real sensitive in there right now. Ill bet it is, Mark said, and he rammed. The girl snapped her head back, gasping. Oh, Jesus Christ! Mark laughed, fucking his cock in and out. His belly smacked her ass rhythmically. The girls eyes nearly popped out. She. She was slim and fair with 36c boobs, 30 waist and 36 ass.She used to wear knee-length dresses everywhere with a good amount of cleavage visible at least 6 days a week. In comparison, all other Indian girls in college wore jeans and tops that didn’t show any cleavage.At night whenever we met, she used to wear a top over a babydoll with no bra with a panty and short bottoms. All the other girls would wear pajamas. I would say all her friends, especially boys, knew about a mole on her upper. "Did you hear that? It sounded like an animal in distress," said Roger."It did, I think it came from over there," said Chris. Upon this, Rogerwent looking for the source of the sound. He soon found it: an adult doewas stuck in a pool of mud."Pass me a rope!" called Roger, not keen to see an innocent animalsuffer.The others arrived and gave him the rope. He tied it around his waist anddelved into the muddy pool. He went over to the doe and grabbed hold ofher."Steady, I'm here to help you," he. Really! You can lie all you want. I just want a little of what I remember as being damned good." You don't understand. Trent, don't... !" she cried as his arms went around her and pulled her to him."You still fell good, Marsha. Sixteen years and you're just as sexy as the last time I nailed you."She squirmed to get away but without effect. He had put on weight since last she had seen him. Not fat, muscular. It was this weight and strength which held her helpless."NO, Trent! It's not the same!".