They've been disappearing into me, making splashing noises as I've finger fucked myself. They've been caressing my clit almost to extacy more than onc.... And the have been pinching at my pussy lips, making electric shocks run through my body while his cock has been buried deep in my throat.I can't take it no more. I need to feel him deep inside me. Need to get up, straddle him and ride him. I go slow. Feeling every inch of him as he slides into me. My eyes lock onto his again and he mopes as. All this time, Joe the barman was kneeling on the tableand rubbing his cock across Elaine’s lips and all overher face. Elaine was quietly moaning, obviouslyenjoying it but nothing earth shattering was happeningto her.In dribs and drabs, other guys were coming into the barand seeing something going on at the rear, made theirway back there to watch the sweet young white girlbeing fucked. When Elaine opened her eyes and saw thatshe had a large audience, that’s when she started. She always had her brown hair cut short and wore boys clothes. I don't think that any makeup has ever even touched her face. At first she'd joined our little group more as a tagalong, but as time went by we'd accepted her more and more as a full member. She was quick thinking, incredibly daring, and always coming up with great ideas for fun things to do. Our group wouldn't have been the same without her. When I was done looking at my friends, I ran a hand through my light brown hair and gave. ” God, I'm losing it, Pussy is talking to me. I tried to distract myself by opening Christmas cards, trying to take my mind off Pussy and pussy! Oh, Come All Ye Faithful. For fuck's sake! I hadn’t bloody well cum. Next. Christmas Comes But Once A Year. Not bloody funny, the cards are taking the piss. What wise guy sent that? To my dearest Jenny. All my love, Aunt Edith. I smiled at that irony, she was eighty, and I doubt she’d cum in decades. “I bet her cats are not called Pussy,” said.