She had a small figure and small boobs, she could pass for 16. I had a problem hiding my boner all the time because the way she would sit on the couch...i could always see up her shorts or skirt. I think she did it on purpose. She always left her clothes in the bathroom on the floor with her panties on top for me to find. I didn't have to look up porn on my phone, i would just smell her panties and that was all i needed to get off. She wore sexy thongs and g-strings about everyday. I always. I collapsed in shrieks and tears; this was by fair the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my life! My ass throbbed with terrifying pain each second, even when he finished it continued. I was crying, screaming and moaning utter gibberish. It took one hour before the pain subsided to a level where I didn't cry out in terror.He watched me the whole time, an amused look for his face. He sat and smoked his long, brown More cigarettes. When he placed his hand on his leg, you could see the reflection. Soon I was pumping into her old snatch furiously with her fucking back just as hard. Her prominent pelvic bone was beating against me hard enough that I was sure that I'd have a bruise on the flesh just above my pecker. It actually started to hurt after a few minutes so I pulled out and urged her to roll onto her hands and knees. Slamming back into her hungry old snatch I pounded her with piston like strokes. "Oh shit", she cried out as I pumped into her from behind and my balls slapped against. “There’s Bill’s dad. Let’s stop over and say hi.” He looked exactly like what I expected Bill to look like if he were in his early forties. He was six feet tall with a slightly receding hairline, just a touch of grey in his dark brown hair and that infectious smile. Bill’s dad had lost his wife to cancer about five years ago; as far as I knew, he had not formed any female attachments.I walked over with Mom, stuck out my hand, and said, “Hello, Mr. Carter.”“Good to see you, Ted.” he shook my.