While impaling herself, she told me "There's lubricant on that desk."I went to the desk and searched. There was a big bottle of lube. I put a lot on m...y cock, then went to her. Her ass was in the air and she was moving slowly. I put some lube on her asshole. I've had anal a few times, so I knew what I was doing.I grabbed her ass. She stopped moving, but kept moaning anyway."Come on Dan. I need your cock inside me. Ass, or pussy, it's all the same now."I wanted her ass. I put my head on the. Rain-drenched nakedness,Hands on soft flesh,Rounding their way,Over her cute petite breasts,They slide, they explore,In search of more and more,Fingers running deep,Where the rivers of rain seek.With the wind it playsLoosening up falling away,Rolling down upon her back,The hair of the deepest black,Heavy drops, rolling on,Rolling down, rolling round,Merging with the fingers deep,Searching where the rivers of rain seekDripping wet lips,In-between which,A finger is slipped,With a tightening. Tanya, You are such a whore. We all laughed. If it werent for the videos I was watching, I would have been clueless, but no one seemed to notice I knew more than I should. I kept getting more and more attention at school. I was growing a bit, and my clothes fit a little smaller. I started catching boys looking at me, and girls giving me weird looks. I loved wearing pants and shorts that showed my pantyline. I had a teacher, Mr. Anderson, who I caught looking at my butt a few times. He was a. Ann heard loud noises just over the next sand dune. She crawled up to the top and peeked through the reeds. There were a "He" and a "She" locked together in the copulation sequence. The dreaded "He" was mounted on top of the poor "She" with his tool of torture fully implanted in her secret core entrance. It was a hideous sight. Ann shuddered at the very thought. The sounds were coming mostly from the "She" and consisted of grunts, groans, moans, and a series of whimpers, that seemed more like a.