’ I winked at David and uncharacteristically I licked my lips. Flicked my tongue over them, blew a sensual kiss. My lipstick stuck loyally to my pou...ty mouth. David looked at me in a bit of a shocked way. I strike people as slightly conservative, (not a bible-thumping do-gooder no swearing prude) but just modest and shy anyroad. Not today! I was a new woman. I had an unquenchable sexual appetite, but maybe David could help me satisfy it today. I was a virgin, sure but I was so attracted to David. The knife fell away from my body, and I dared to breathe. The mouth moved closer, and quickly kissed my neck. Before I could collect my wits, the dark body – I mean Birch – and the knife were gone, running away through the woods. I was tempted to follow, but as soon as I took a step, I realised I had enough problems of my own. I pulled my trousers up as best I could. It was rather pointless really, as I had to drop them again to crouch and collect my books. With my broken backpack in one hand,. .. Take your time, faggot ... Up and down ... That's it," he whispered, sliding one hand under my shirt and up my back. "You're a better fuck than your mother, you know that? Jesus! You're still tight as hell."I giggled breathlessly and smiled at the man over my shoulder. I liked it when he told me he liked me better than my mom and I tried to fuck him the best I knew how, working my burning asshole around his cock. I could squeeze it too, pushing and pulling the muscles in my tummy and that. I repeatedly dried my fingers on the towel.I gently pushed her ass cheeks apart. There were a few scraggly hairs on the lower part of mom’s pussy near her anus. I leaned in close, carefully trimming them. Her swollen labia lay open, revealing the pinkish interior. They gleamed wetly. A whitish fluid oozed continuously from the lower edge of her pussy. The musky pungent aroma of mom’s arousal overwhelmed my nostrils.“Do you remember that time you watched me and your father fuck by the Christmas.