We both stopped and just lay there immobile enjoying this new wonderful sensation that we had never felt before, her cunt was tight and felt hot like ... furnace. "Fuck your cock feels massive" she said "I thought this would hurt but it actually feels totally natural".We started fucking, slowly at first as we tried to figure out just what we were doing and what felt good. We settled into a rhythm and we were really enjoying ourselves! What a tremendous sensation, I knew I would never be able to. I AM living with a man. The guys ... it only takes one knee to the crotch ... and the word does travel. The girls know I’m innocent ... but ... living with A MAN? Really! Still ... intriguing.“Janie is at Band Camp ... or is it Cheerleader Camp this week? She’s not here,” Mrs. Ferguson said.The jeep is less pretentious than the Mazda. I took the Wagon.The Ferguson’s lived at 4th and Bridge in Dayton, sorta behind Crochan’s Hall, the Mercantile. Before it was the Mercantile, Crochan’s was a bar. Very sexy. I've copied it to my laptop and read it every day with my feet propped up on my coffee table, knees apart, fingers working away under my laptop as I read your so sexy words.I have to take my shorts and panties off and sit on a towel to read your stories, they make me so wet, my pussy just runs. Keep writing so I can keep masturbating.Anna B.to: [email protected]: [email protected], Anna, isn't the written word powerful? Glad you like my work, makes me want to write. Call the police," I shouted as I pushed the door against Shiloh'sbulk stopping me from closing it."Fuck you!" he said."Never again," I responded. "You'll never fuck me again." I kickedthe door and it finally closed. He shouted further abuse for a whileand then he left."I'm scared Ma," I said. "I dunno whether I can stay here." I was alittle afraid, but I was more keen to get a place in the city. I couldafford that now. Somewhere inside me I knew that there was love forthis woman, my.