.. well my name doesn't matter but let's call me Stuart. I was 16 at the time, about 5ft 6, the makings of a 6-pack. I was basically your scrawny litt...e half-nerd with glasses and a brown belt in karate. I had a girlfriend (hard to believe but true) who was... alright I guess, wasn't that sexy but wasn't ugly. She'd actually been my best friend until I had the guts to ask her out. But more important than her was her sister. A mixed race 12 year old by the name of Nikki who was about my chin. As soon as I was deep in her I heard her scream out "FUCK MOMMY FROM BEHIND FUCK MOMMY'S PUSSY FUCK IT BABY FUCK MOMMY GOOD" I could not even respond other than to fuck her hard and deep. I looked over at my dad and he was laying there watching my cock going in and out of mom's pussy as he played with her sagging breast. Then dad said "GIVE IT TO HER HARD BOY FUCK YOUR MOMMY FUCK HER PUSSY FUCK HE HARD AND DEEP MAKE HER BEG YOU TO STOP" I started slamming my cock as hard as I could deep in her. ’ Said Tom, with an attempted Irish brogue. There was light laughter in the comfortable atmosphere of the car, as Bill negotiated the curves of California’s scenic highway one, heading for Santa Cruz. Susan turned so she was facing toward Ann and Tom, letting her hand slide up her lover’s thigh to lightly tease his growing erection. ‘Irene was saying on the phone that there would be eight couples, counting us, so there will be some variety.’ ‘Well, that’s part of what makes us appreciate what. Inside, the meadow continued, and so did the road. To its right was a small house covered with yellow paint which in places was peeling. The house had a sagging wraparound porch, and on it was a woman dressed in a green tunic and leggings, leaning her chair back on two legs until it rested against the wall. Her face hung slack, and delicate snores escaped her mouth. Her long strawberry blond hair hung in heavy braid over one shoulder, with wisps escaping here and there. By her side, on the.
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