She was certain that she was oversexed, the other night had proven it.Sarah tingled when she thought of Ruth's father. She wasn't particularly wild ab...ut the old gent, but he sure knew how to service a girl. If she hadn't passed out she was sure she could have gotten him up enough to fuck her again. One thing was certain: she would let him fuck her again, anytime he wanted.Her mother had lied to her and she resented it. Mamma had drummed into her that sex was evil, ugly, something that a woman. Unlike her former cell, which had a bunk with a mattress, a commode unit with running water, a steel table hanging from the wall and a stool upon which to sit bolted to the floor, her new accommodations consisted of nothing more than an empty concrete room, just three feet wide and seven feet long, with a drain in the floor. There was no ventilation; the solid steel door had just two openings: a thick lexan window at eye-level, and a small, locked hatch at the bottom. The floor was covered with. ”It took a few seconds before my brain started to ring with alarm bells. I turned around and was out of the water just as the boys were running into the woods. I was in a panic. I ran as fast as I could but I could not catch them to head them off. I got to the clearing not even twenty seconds after the boys. The three of them were standing there with their eyes bugging out and their mouths open. Patty was sitting on a blanket stark naked looking totally surprised with her arms crossed trying to. Worst of all, he was my first. So, yeah, this was bad. Even worse, it had been two weeks since the last time we fucked..."YES! FUCKING YES, BABY! YES! I'M ALMOST THERE!" I was riding Chris hard, grinding my hips into his, spreading my eager thighs more, heedless of the fact that we were fucking in a field fifty yards from my house. I could literally see our side door. I felt the orgasm uncurling deep within me, way up by my G Spot... this was so rare. I shut my eyes and grabbed his ass, yanking.