It now no longer hurts me and I do not care who calls me it. I would prefer they did not, but I accept in life, other people are free to share their o...pinion." I'm with you, that seems very rational. You're my kind of woman," John chimed in. "Brilliant. I like that you like me. Here's where I am today with that word, I no longer feel like it applies to me. I have taken on a slightly similar but slightly different name: I call myself the slutmaker."John reddened in the face, got a little hotter. Kelly feels his cock deep inside her ass and notes his gentleness with his thrusts giving her some hope that she would not be seriously hurt or damaged by the masked man. While the cock was unwanted, she felt herself giving into the feelings as her pussy continued to gush her wetness. She felt him stiffen and slow his motions, heard his breathing become ragged and in short bursts, when she felt him unload his sperm deep inside of her. He bucked a few times then lay very still, slowly pulling. It did not take long before I had my hand inside her knickers and slipped a finger into her slit. She moaned and arched her back as I groped the inside of her cunt.“That’s it. Finger my fuck hole!” I was shocked by her language but it turned me on as well. It seemed like about half an hour that we were wanking each other. Occasionally I would have a feel of her breasts and nipples. At one point she took her blouse and bra of and offered me a tit to suck. She also took her skirt and panties off. Little did she know that her not so long ago lover was also working for the very same paper. After a few days of talking and sharing stories and heartaches they decided to let her two girls and his boy meet. All three of us were the same age, still toddlers but full of attitude.My sister got along fine with the boy, but he and I quickly became sworn enemies. Throughout the years we were always together. Nothing could separate us, although Rick and I would have much preferred it otherwise..