But Jessica, on the other hand, looked amazing.She had already put on her night clothes, which were a tank top and some loose pants. She had pants on ...hat clung tightly around the waste and hugged her ass ever so strongly. You could start to see some shape in her pants, but I tried to ignore that, although she HAD been flirting with me all night. Part of me knew that fucking her was inevitable.I signalled to Mike that the party was slowing down, and it was time for the "getting fucked up". Oh baby---WHY?" She then walked to her computer and opened her writing program. She was not sure, what she would write. Sometimes, when she was troubled, she could put her thoughts down in poetry. Writing always calmed her tattered spirit. "Teardrops of an Angel"His Angel spoke softly as a lonely tear trickled down her cheek."Oh my darling, I miss you, my arms ache wanting to hold you!"His Angel wiped away another tear then blew him a lover's kiss"My lips beg to kiss you and light then fire of. I lay down beside her, my flaccid prick rubbing against her creamy thigh as my hands slid down her stomach, over her bald mound and between her legs, finding the amazingly moist spot at her pussy, and gently rubbing my fingers around it as I leaned over and kissed her tits. I smiled at her again, and began licking my cum off of her tits, gathering it in my mouth. (Yes, I am comfortable enough with my own sexuality that the idea of my own cum doesn’t bother me.) After getting it all, I slid up. 5 inches in her when I felt she could take no more…so I decided to use this much to fuck her and kept up a constant slow motion of 4.5 inches in, 2 inches back, and then back in…I never took my head out of her. This pussy was far tighter than I remember high school girls when I was a kid…but my dick was not this thick back then either…LOL. She was starting to get used to it…and she seemed to relax a bit, but it was obvious she was still in pain. I did this, and tried to comfort her as I raped.