He shot a load in my mout, almost gaggin me He held my head to his crotch as he emptied in me ‘Oh that’s good’ he said I looked over and they ha...d dragged Amy to the grass ‘Hey everyone’ a new biker was on Amy. ‘i’m fucking a cheer leader ‘Hey Hog’ the guy that just emptied in me said. ‘Try this one’ Hog came over and pulled my face up to his crotch. Now I knew why they called him Hog. His dick was the thickest I’ver ever seen He pulled my right up to his dick and I took over again ‘Play with my. In between breaths, I told her I was going to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked. She kept sighing "Yessss." I told her she was a fucking slut whore and needed to be fucked. "Yesss." I pushed her off of me and she stood staring at me with those crazy eyes for a second. She turned around and knelt down in front of the bathtub. She looked up at me slightly, over her shoulder and whispered, "How are you going to fuck your slut whore?" I didn't say anything and went up to her, grabbed. This blanket statement is based on the exhaustive research of my fifty-seven years. For me it happened the fall of my sophomore year in high school. Rhonda and I were high school sweethearts and dated (on and off) for three years. We’d started talking to each other in the hall at school because I’d lost an assignment and asked her if she had it. But we kept talking. And talking. We met for lunch and talked. We met at football games and sat together. And talked.At homecoming that fall, I asked. I put both hands down to her panties and ran my fingers along the top of them against her skin on her lower belly, caressing back and forth. She groaned and looked at me pleadingly, “Please….” She whispered. “Please what?” I asked, leaning in and kissing her neck. “Please just fucking touch me, take me, fuck me.” she begged. I hooked my fingers on both hands on either side of her thong and pulled in both directions as hard as I could. She gasped as her underwear tore away from her left leg and.