I had promised not to do this. I had a battle in my head: Why would you promise this? Why is this wrong? My own voice would answer, It is wrong becau...se he doesn’t want you except to use you for pleasure. I promised this because I need a life coach, I need an outside conscious. Yet here I was in my car on the freeway so excited to get there that I could feel the heat between my legs rising high. It was like the very first time all over again, times one hundred. I had waited so long, I could no. I puck her up and roll her over. The chair in the room is high back and perfect for her. I bend her over and slide in her from the back side. She is soaked and pussy is quivering with each stroke. fuck me oh yes I want it fuck me. I bang her so hard and for so long the chair legs breaks. She nearly falls forward, yet the stiff cock holds her to the chair. On the bed and right back at her. I fuck and fuck, just not getting it. She fears him coming back and finding my load in her, yes he would. As John calmed down a little, working his cock in and out of her, she said, "This is a birthday party for you; everything is being taken care of. The six of you have to do nothing except show up and play 2 or 3 sets between 6 P.M. and Midnight tonight." Show up," Ana asked suspiciously, "where exactly?" At the school auditorium of course," Debbie answered, moaning as Ron stepped behind her and impaled her ass. "We also have permission to use the cafeteria to serve the cake and soda." You have. Her playfulness. Even her bitterness. Of course she was supermodel gorgeous, and she did have that incredibly tight cunt.A few strokes later, hard and carving, I came with her. I joined the intensity. It left me limp as my cock, as if all tightness, all rigidity, pushed through the narrow channel of my cock into her sterile womb. I even had a momentary thought my sperm might hurt her, like they were hard crystals, manifestations of what had left me and left me bereft of structure, like a.