Mostly it has been him massaging my neck, and then slipping his hand down over my breast through the cloth. Even though I always quickly and quietly r...moved his hand, I didn't know what turned me on the most, him touching me or the confidence in which he did it. He certainly was to the point that he felt I was his for the taking and that was something entirely new to me, unthought of even just a few days ago. My way of dealing with it after these touching incidences was to go home and bring. Sir was applying some serious pressure now to breach and penetrate her. Bertha’s head had tilted back and her eyes were also rolled into her head showing the white portion of the eyes only.With one more push, he had wedged his fat cock head in her pink folds, making her feel very warm inside her fortress. Soon he had glided fully in her depths and was pumping slowly while she was also helping with his impaling her by gyrating her curvy hips under him to receive more of him. She whispered. As all resistance to his advances faded, I gentlyrolled sideways and passed one leg over him as I arranged myself intowhat had become our normal copulation position. Billy gave a long lowwhine as he realised what was being offered and his rod soon began toemerge from its sheath. Eagerly I thrust my hips against him andmanoeuvred myself onto his exciting organ.This time however, he was much gentler. I did not know if it wasbecause I appeared to no longer be on heat and so his urges. Before she could really take that in, she noticed her tattoo - even though Molly could no longer read what it said, it comforted her - it told her who and what she was. She was a slut. A slut. A big butt slut.Molly spent the rest of the day in the washroom, alternately playing with herself and pleasuring any man who came in. She found herself staring at her butt whenever she was getting off, or whenever she faced the mirror while fucking someone. It was so big and bouncy, such a perfect ass ....