" At first, his m*****ation consisted of moving the underside of his cock back-and-forth over the peach fuzz of my budding sexuality. I actually liked...the warm, sticky fluid he would shoot all over me, and felt pride that I could relieve the throbbing tension in his penis.It wasn't long, though, till his penetration of my cunt began. I was ushered into "full" womanhood before I was ready, and screamed the first few times that he ****d me. (Only later did I learn that my whore of a mom heard my. For Phillip Riley, the trip from his job in San Pedro—a small harbor town just south of Los Angeles, to his home in Pasadena took an hour and thirty-seven minutes in gridlocked traffic. Stuck in his car, Phillip would gaze at a glass elevator that rose up and down the exterior of a downtown skyscraper. He assumed the skyscraper was a corporate law firm or some fortune 500 headquarters. But Philip didn’t care about the building or the people who worked in it. Philip couldn’t help but fantasize. They bordered along the lines of "Fuck that unfaithful whore!" But she had made some valid observations. I had fantasized about Sally's tits and more than once I had wondered about Marsha's long legs and if they would go around me far enough for her to lock her ankles behind me. There were a lot of other girls that I would have liked to try on, but I never tried and I never would have tried because I was already spoken for. To have done anything with any of the other girls would have been. Someone at work had convinced her to go out. It would be the first time she had been out since her husband had run off with some little girl from his work. Nervous and not really wanting to, she decided it was her time for some fun. Standing under the hot water cascading out of the showerhead, (the one he didn’t like), she tried to decide what to wear. maybe something slutty, something a bit more consertive, or just something cute. Toweling off she walked into her bedroom. Opening up her closet.