The shy type.Well, you're certainly pretty enough...you'll have a whole slewof boyfriends in a year or two."The Malt Shoppe wasn't very far away, but ...to Jimmy, it seemed totake forever to get there. He wished he was invisible as hefollowed the group across the parking lot into the restaurant,his skirt swinging smartly, dancing around his legsdistractingly. How can girls put up with this, he thought. Hefelt almost naked from the waist down.As they approached the entrance, a group of five high. Eyes that held you encompassed with reflected imagery. A small uptuned nose, a generous mouth with full lips and long, luxuriant, wavy brown hair born on a five foot seven inch curvaceous frame. A beauty untainted? No. Life had been cruel to this young woman. Her father had left her mother before she was born and at eighteen she had been raped and sexually abused by the young priest who had taken her virginity as payment for administering the last rites to her dying mother. AnnaLee had. I was groaning from the pain of so much man meat going up my butt and moan from the joyful pleasure of being filled with such a great tool. I was bracing my self with my hand to the bed gripping the sheets as he continued to force inch by inch of his massive tool up my butt. He was about a fourth of the length of his fuck tool in my rectum, when he began to grunt and jerk forward. At first it wasn't that uncomfortable, he slipped one of his legs between mine, I started to protest when without. Each time I thought of the next thing I wanted you to do, you immediately did it. Unfortunately, my experiment went awry when the orgasms became too intense,” she said with a giggle that always turned him on.He was quiet for a moment, before admitting, “Hon, I kinda wish you hadn’t told me that...”“Why?” she interrupted to ask. “Oh, Baby, you’re wonderful at making love to me. If it was any better, I would die from the orgasms.”“But now, every time I think I’m randomizing things, I’m going to.