I started pushing my cock in her cunt pulling it all the way till the tip. Every push was sending waves to her body and she was gasping with every thr...ust. I kept fucking her like that for some more time and I was about to cum. I said, “I am cumming.” And she was like, “Why are you talking then? Fuck me hard and cum inside, you know I am safe.”I fucked her as hard as possible and pumped in my cum in her. We were totally exhausted due to journey and the fucking session. So we slept for some time. Without a doubt I would." Sounds nice if you go up and talk to him," I commented."Yeah, it really would. You probably don't know of this, and neither does your father, but one time a guy wanted to hook up with me at a parking lot. Your Dad and I were at this fund-raiser dinner we attended three years ago I think, and all the time while we were talking to one or two of the guests, I notice there was this man who just wouldn't take his eyes off me. Everywhere in the room we went, there he was. "Imagine what it must have been like for Jesus Christ—forgetting your disbelief for the moment. Imagine yourself in his shoes—sandals, that is. He not only knows in advance he's going to die a horrible death and be betrayed by one of his most trusted friends, but he's so busy thinking of what it will mean to each of his followers he can't even grieve privately. He can't simply take the easy way out, say leave town or swallow hemlock. Instead he believes it's his obligation to suffer a horrid. "Say something, Betsy," Patti sighed as more hard pony-cock became exposed. "C'mon over and touch him."Betsy shook her head. "I'm not going to touch him," she said. "You're crazy." I thought you wanted your cherry busted," Patti said, giving her frightened friend a quick glance."Not with that thing," Betsy moaned, her voice quaking."You'll change your mind once you see me fuck him." Patti was totally committed. The hardness of Tiny's prick and the powerful throbbing gave her a craving to be.