His fatherworked very hard to support his family. In his father's busy season, hewould come home late at night.John was the runt of the group. He wa... very short for a boy his age andalways tried to prove himself by getting into fights and bullying theother students. Of all four, getting on the wrong side of John was theworst because he never quit. To him winning the fight was a matter ofhonor. It justified his worth as a person. He would do whatever ittook to win and that made him the. This was the part I was nervous about. He rubbed me through the material, instantly getting me wet, until he pulled the pants down under my bum and threw them onto the floor. I was panting at this point. Being young and inexperienced, I was not fully shaved, just trimmed and neat. He crawled further down the bed, hands still under my bum as he pushed my knees up so he could have access to my throbbing pussy. He brought his lips to meet my clit, starting off slow by kissing it gently. My stomach. I was moaning without realizing it. My hands were insider her robe, roving over her tight body. She felt on fire, and still damp with sweat.My cock felt like it would burst through my pants at any moment. So I reached down and began fumbling at my belt, trying to unfasten them. I intended to give my girl a good fucking.But as soon as I started, Jess slipped off my lap, and attacked my pants, undoing the belt, unbuttoning, unzipping. I lifted my hips and she had them around my knees in an. "God, does it need a good fucking!" All right--yes!" Robin cried. "Here, Logan. It's all open and wet for your big prick! Ohhhhhh, you know I wanted you to fuck it up my pussy yesterday! Do it! Do it now! Shoot all that hot, sweet cream into my cunt!"She opened her knees all the way and spread her cunt-lips with the tips of her fingers, stretching the pink mouth of her wet pussy open so that he could see it fully."God, what a cunt!" he gasped.His prick jerked again. It seemed to stretch in.