I grabbed at his hips and sweat seemed to pour from the top of my head down my face until it drenched my shirt. I made all sort of crazy faces and I k...now I looked like a special ed kid enjoying his first time. Mr. Earl reached his hand back and I could feel his rough fingertips reaching for my balls. Every time I went deep inside his ass, fingers danced on my naked ball sack. My toes gripped the inside of my shoes and I lay on his back, allowing his shirt to soak up my sweat as I reached my. I watched as I said it and tried to prepare myself in case she was to hit me again. But instead of a slap she deliberately reached down and slowly caressed me, sliding her fingers along and into my wetness. A gasp escaped my lips as I was entered. ‘Open your legs wider’ she said. ‘Yes Mistress’ and I opened my legs as wide as the confined bucket seat would allow. She played with me for a few minutes and I could feel myself getting more and more excited. She laughed and said ‘Are you my horny. Poora baher ker liya.mujhe fir dard hua lekin is baar bhaiya ne mujhe table se utha k khada kiya aur bole ja nahi chodunga tujhe.meri to halat kharab ho gayi.mujhase saha nahi ja raha tha.Main boli sorry bhaiya plz jaldi se pelo.mujhe aise nahi rahna.ab nahi kuch bolungi.plz plz daal do.woh apna lund liye baithe rahe aur main tadap rahi thi.fir bole chal bed pe.wahan ja k wo let gaye aur bole ab tu khud hi chod le.chad ja mere lund pe aur apne hisab se chudwa le.main kuch nahi karoonga.mujhe. ’ She let him in anyways. And now she shuddered under him, desperately wanting the pace faster, but let him do what he pleased. She knew he needed this. He pushed into her deep, lips sliding along her neck. He wished he could tell her everything he was sorry for: sorry for not explaining to her what happened in that desert, how he wasn’t able to save his friends, how he felt guilty for being the one to make it home, how he felt guilty for feeling anything close to happiness… And now he felt.