I look at her and imagine the men who have carnal knowledge of her, ejaculating with such force, as she really is a beautiful girl, and at f******n, w...ll I shall leave that bit to you guys as you know better.Here is a photo I took of her to whet your appetite and ease you into what we are talking about. The reason I am writing about her is that a few weeks back, I started having sexual fantasies about her, about her with older men and the sheer pleasure they would feel, if they could fuck her. So I started fucking her from the top with her pinned down on the bed, in my arms. She kept on throwing up her waist every time I stroked my cock into her pussy. I held her hips from below to support and her legs wrapped around my hips. I kept on pounding her for iternity. And then I lifted both of us with her still glued to me still stroking into her, I stood up briefly and then laid back on my back so she came on top, riding me. She left a gasp with a glee, looking deep into my eyes, she. Bingo paused on a bus bench, ran his hands over his face and felt the last of the warm alcohol buzz leave his body.He was committed to his feat now, despite his waning enthusiasm, a source he had plumbed to get him to this about-half-way mark. Punishment no less than what he deserved, mused Bingo. Weeks ago he should have explained to Amelia his social awkwardness, his propensity to procrastinate, his unshakable commitment to stupid mistakes that too often ended up as life choices because he. My newly re-sized cock was dangling a bit low out of my shorts, with a simple thought, it began to shrink, only a little, I still loved to see it stretch a hole when I slide it into something. I walked downstairs, pleased to hear the shower still running and my mother humming from the cum bath I just gave her as I made my way outside. I passed my father in the living room as I went out."You're going out to Mick's today aren't you dad?" He looked at me puzzled for a second, but then the.