She just jerked a bit and I got worried so much. She consoled me and said its nothing. She said to me she was feeling something when I’m near her. S...he said to me that she also loves me and said that she wants me to love her and make love to her. At that moment I didn’t understand a thing she was saying. Then she said its like sex.That was the first time I heard the word sex but I didn’t show it on my face.Then I started to move my hand into her nighty to feel her breasts. It was so soft and. "A good slut whore wants cum in their ass. Are you going to be a good slut whore for me?" Yes, please cum in my ass," I was barely able to say. "Fill my slutty ass with your cum."I felt him tense up and shoot his cum in my ass. I had never felt that before, but it triggered another orgasm sensation in me.Once he was done coming, he collapsed on top me, but kept his cock in me, which I could still feel twitching from his orgasm.While I couldn't move under him, I don't think I would've been able. After we finished Cathy left the room; John suggested we go out to the pool and have a dip and maybe fuck around outside. He asked George if he had ever had a blowjob in a pool; and if not he could now. John had a cooler full of beer sitting on a table so we wouldn’t get thirsty. We all got in the pool, John and I started fondling George’s cock and ass to get things going. With the attention we were giving his cock it didn’t take long until he was hard. We were standing in the shallow end of. It was better this way, she thought; at least he was no longer suffering. Cancer had reduced him to little more than a skeleton before the end. A tear unconsciously rolled down her smooth cheek. Candice Whiteford, or Candy as her friends called her, had grown up in Carol Stream, Illinois, the only daughter of a quiet English professor at Chicago University. Her mother had died in an auto accident when she was only two years old and her father had never remarried. With that kind of.