If you have issues with my writing, please do more than say it’s bad. It seems like that’s the only kind of comments I ever get even though my rat...ings are above average for most of my stories. Don’t comment ‘This sucks.’ This type of comment is usually given by Mr. or Ms. Anonymous. That’s why I have blocked ole Anonymous. Give me some ideas to improve, some specifics please. Prologue – June 2018. Hi. My name is Joan Bellamy. I was born on Feb 28, 1947. My parents were very good parents. They. He didn’t listen, of course. Since my thong was already pulled to the side and stuck there from my juices it was an easy thing for him to push the head of his cock inside my tight, virgin pussy. I was thankful for my riding lessons at that point – if I still had my cherry, I knew, it would hurt like a bitch. Between being thankful, resistant and horny I didn’t even realize when my little, but oh so huge, brother shoved his thick tool inside my snatch. Then, without warning, he was forcing me to. The porno.” Her eyes snapped open wide an she quickly scanned to see if anyone else had heard me before a smile crept across her lips.“Oh wow I can’t believe you saw that. This is so embarrassing.” I took the seat directly next to her and moved in a little closer as she started to blush.“Oh don’t be embarrassed. It was hot. I’ve probably watched that a dozen times.”“I should have known that even in this small town you can’t escape the internet.” her demeanor still showed signs of shyness and. " He heard her and smirked. Carol took his arm and led him out to the dance floor. It was a slow song and Carol molded her body to him, put her head on his shoulder, nibbled on his neck, whispered in his ear and pressed her naked mound into him. The next song was a rocker. Carol moved her hips like she was fucking then turned around and ground her ass in his crotch. When they came back to me Carol was flushed red with lust and Mark had an erection tenting his pants. Carol said, "Let's go out to.