Ohhhhhh... ohhh... don't, don't hurt me, Lover... please... ?" she choked brokenly.But he hardly heard her guttural, animalistic plea and ignoringly p...unged harder and deeper in his mounting passion screwing his leanly driving pelvis tighter into her soft, responsive cunt, grinding the flaccidly cringing flesh sadistically with his excitedly working fingers. Then to his surprise, with a low passionate groan coming from deep in her chest, she began to arch her hips up to him, meeting his brutal. We had only met once when they first moved in a few weeks before. I remember that she was pretty, like a newly-wed. I also thought she was kind of giggly, like she was a little self-conscious to have recently had her cherry popped by Tom-something. Maybe she was embarrassed because she liked it, and at the good-old Evangelical Church liking it too much was a big no-no—married or not. It didn't matter to me; different strokes, and all that.I was wearing my shades, so I could check her out. Bruce turn to me and begin to speak ' ... you are not like the other guys we took. You tried to fight but then you let me take you to my Uncle's place and when he caught us you did not even try to get away. Anyway, I thought about how you let me into your bootie and how you moaned and whimpered before my Uncle caught us ... I wanted us to be alone and see if you are like that or were you just to scared to fight back ... ' Confused but comfortable I started to speak only to have Bruce approach. I was never able to meet them but they did provide some brain fodder for my writing habits.Dear Kyra and Darla,Last night as I was making ready my dinner an idea for a naughty letter came to mind. The idea helped my food preparations in that sex is like a well-prepared dinner; you savor every part of it…especially while you are preparing it. All those tantalizing and juicy parts that make every morsel so much sweeter.You'll remember in my letters that I mentioned the shyness I had for fucking.