"You're not just saying that are you?" she asked unable to look me in the eye."No, it's true," I said. "I've always thought you were beautiful." Can ...I tell you something?" she asked."Anything." I've had one real date in my entire life and it was disaster," she said pushing up her glasses. "That's pretty pathetic for an 18 year old. I mean, when is a dork like me ever going to date, fall in love, or have sex with someone?" she continued. "I bought these fancy panties trying to fool myself a. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.’ Tim yelled, when his massive member released its seeds. He came hard that morning, spraying his fluids all over the shower wall. The hot liquid shot from his young body like a garden hose. 2. Tim limped into the furniture factory as he had for the last six years. He loved the smell of fresh, cut wood. That morning a large shipment had just arrived. He limped past the workers as they unloaded the truck, ‘Hey Tim, how’s it going today?’ John Stone, yelled with his deep. She held this position for at least 30 seconds still thrusting her hips while she had me in her pussy vice! She rolled off of me and spun around and licked her cum off my face while she frenched me and giving me a mouthful of my cum. she asked me " how do like your taste?" and I said " just fine with your girl cum mixed in". She blushed and said " sorry I get so wet and I hope it's not pee?" Then she shocked the shit outta me with " do I taste as good as Liz next door?" Now my turn to blush... I was panting and I couldn’t see much. Peter was still whipping my legs and chuckling a little at the sight. “Now lets see if your tight little whore hole will let me in this time around, shall we?” I took one last peek out the window before following him back to the mattress and spied a couple staring right at me. “Fuck it.” I thought as I turned around and walked back to the bed. * Peter was lying down, cock hard, waiting for me. “Its your turn. Since I’m having a hard time getting inside.