My hands went straight to her tits. As I caressed and squeezed them I tenderly enclosing her nipples between two fingers and she moaned. She grabbed b...etween my legs rubbing my cock and balls. I put one hand behind her head and pressed my mouth to hers. Our tongues fought with each other trying to get in the others mouth and I gave in letting her slid her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it gently. I pulled my mouth away from hers asking where the bedroom was. She grabbed my hand and led me to. It's the first time Lois Lane meets Superman. She's been trapped in a helicopter that's tangled with the top of a skyscraper, doing her best to survive when she falls out. All of a sudden he swoops up out of nowhere and gathers her in his arms, telling her not to worry, that he's got her. It's like my whole body locks up when that happens. My eyes get teary, I feel a lump in my throat and it seems I can't move or even make a sound.I've tried to classify that emotion. It's not sad. It's much. I’m in so much pain now, I’m begging him to stop, he keeps pushing deeper and then with one hard push and the sound of suction, he’s whole huge masculine hand is buried wrist deep into my pussy, I scream and he slaps me with his other hand, I shut up and then he starts to fist me, I’m hurting so badly now, he starts to pinch my nipples with his other hand, pulling them and pinching them so hard, my whole body was aching beyond words. He bends down and starts to suck my clit while fisting me. That story is told elsewhere. My real Mum and Dad, the wonderful people who adopted me and raised me also adopted another child, a baby girl, two years after they adopted me. Her name is Carly, she's short, about 5' 2" very dark curly hair, nice figure and of a Middle Eastern complexion, olive skinned, hook nosed, light green eyes, very long eye lashes and, for some reason, ever since she hit puberty or thereabouts, has hated my guts. Actually no, that's not quite true, we do get on quite well.