I'd sleep nude and hope that maybe she would come in and see my morning wood when she needed to wake me up or. I'd always look a little too long at he...r breasts when she was bending over. If I gave her a hug, I'd hold it a little longer than usual. I spent a lot of time at their house during the summer before I left for college, I was 19 at the time. I couldn't even tell you how many times I beat off while thinking about Pammy. I had every fantasy too: She would catch me beating off and then. She realised that and stopped crying. We changed the topic. I had bought a new mobile and showed her the features… Then we left. We departed at the bus stop. Before leaving she asked me to keep in touch and call her again and thanked me for the evening as well as the friendship.Few months passed away, we talked in phone once in a while. One day she called me and asked me to gather come information about a place. I gathered the information, it was an address that I had to give her. I called her. Then I felt it push past my entrance. It was hard and very fat, and I was worried I wouldn’t take it all. Yes, it did hurt but in a good way. It went on and on, deeper and deeper. The pain lessened and the pleasure increased and then he stopped.“Well done slut. Now get ready for the best arse fucking you have ever had.”Then it began. He came almost all the way out then plunged back in. “Mon Dieu,” I shouted out, but I loved it.Each stroke seemed to go deeper, and I felt he was going to split me. Soon Cynthia begins to moan louder, “FUCK, HERE I GO AGAIN!” she screams. Her moans build and build until her whole body shakes. Juices pour out of her in waves, making her body spasm harder each time she does. Soon she catches her breath and follows Rochelle lead, taking my cock and sucking it dry of her juices. Rochelle then pulls Charlie back onto the couch, moving into a reverse cowgirl position and sliding his cock back into her pussy. I grab Cynthia and bend her over, smacking her ass as.