After a lengthy chuckle, the stout man replied, “Sure and maybe I’ll just be forced to fuck you.”This was exactly what Marty had been hoping to ...hear. Nevertheless, he feigned total shock at the stout man’s effrontery.Playing along, Marty replied, “Is it unsafe for a girl to simply sit here and have a drink?”“Normally not, unless she’s is as pretty as you,” came the reply.“Are you seriously going to take advantage of me?” Marty responded with mock playfulness.“Sure, puta, because that’s what you. While she resented the title, she consciously felt it was true too. The joy of having a cock in her pussy drive her to an orgasm had became an obsession, and she had nearly thrown herself at almost every guy she thought would be a good fuck. But her orgasms had become less frequent and powerful until they stopped all together nearly two years after that very first one.Teresa had become so desperate for another orgasm, guys only had to glance at the janitor's closet she used as her private fuck. . stop.." Hermione had no intention of stopping anything. She had never been so horny in her entire life, and she knew she had to do something about herself or she'd go insane! So she slipped her hand down her pants and began to rub herself, god-damn, she was wet. Very wet. She reached down further, and wetting her hand with her own juices, slid a finger into herself. She began thrusting it in and out, slowly at first but getting faster.After a while, Ginny shot up and pushed Hermione backwards. I had no idea how to contact you to send you an invitation.’ That last was said with a trace of sarcasm. It was out before I knew it. ‘I’ve tried to be aware of the important times in your life since I left Peter. I was there at the funeral and I know you saw me. I’ve always known what you were doing.’ ‘Why didn’t you call or write to tell us you were OK? Dad worried about you until the day he died. He never forgot you, and I know he forgave you so why didn’t you come back?’ ‘Because of you.