I can have a date and within 30 minutes I have the urge to find another victim. I am concerned that something is wrong with me and I want something to... be done about it. ‘Chayne, forgive me for chuckling but there is nothing wrong with you.’ ‘You are a young women with a hearty sex drive, don’t be alarmed.’ She wipes her tears and smiles faintly. ‘Well just for my record keeping I am keeping track of all of my partners. I purchased a brand new journal and a new pen. This season in my in life is. Richelle had to admit that it was a nice car. She didn't know any of the technical terms, but it was red, it was a two-seater, and though not a convertible, was still quite pretty, and Greg made sure that it was always shiny. It had an excellent sound system, and - best of all - it had leather seats. Richelle loved the feel of leather against her skin, more than silk, or any other material. She wasn't wearing stockings, and had made sure when she sat down to ensure that as much of her legs were. With my right hand, I bunched the water silk of her morning dress, and felt the smoothness of her thighs. Slowly, I traced my hand upwards, feeling her waist, and how it dipped in the middle. I circled her naval and then, unable to resist in one smooth motion, I shucked off her dress. There before me stood a woman of forty, in the throes of pleasure, writhing for more. There before me in a white lace bra (that hid mouth-watering nipples, large and puffy behind their net) was. Answering without words, Sam crawled onto him. Margie guided his cleaned weapon into the tight pussy. He created new space inside it as Sam slowly descended four careful descents before their pubic hair meshed. The tightness, as tight as Grace's virgin interior, threatened to expel his seed quickly. Surprising him, his length found no cervix wall to threaten. Grace had needed him to save an inch from his cock to prevent damage. Not even a whisper of the wall could be felt."Oh Sam, I can't last.