She looked disappointed that the explanation didn't start with rampant, full-on, fuck-like-bunnies sex. She hadn't tried that type of explanation befo...e, but she had no trouble imagining that it'd be the best sort.I proceeded cautiously, saying, "This conversation is about your sex-life, Donna. It's partly about how much sex you've had in the past, but it's mostly about how much you'll be having for the next few years. You've still got three and a quarter years until you're eighteen, so your. Passing by the mirror, I saw my drained face and red, puffy eyes. I laughed to myself and thought things were not that bad after all. I’ll be on duty, so what? I’m not in the barracks, the world is beautiful, life is beautiful. Around me, everything was messed up, plates, glasses, unburnt candles. The stench of cigarettes from the unemptied ashtrays was disgusting.I went to the bathroom, washed my face with cold water and instantly felt better. Then I made a strong, black coffee.I heard him. After a few minutes someone was working their fingers inside my hole. I felt it was a woman, because she had finger nails. Now and then, she would drag the nails over my ass and up my back sending chills through my body. While this was going on, my head was supported by pillows and Jim was slowly fucking my throat.I was very relaxed and felt soothed. I felt someone grab my legs and settle in between them, and so it was going to start. I felt a cock rubbing up and down my hole, getting all oiled. Her head lolls back as she gasps for breath.“Such a delicious slut, Annie,” I whisper as I move to her cunt and jam three fingers deep into its juicy depths. I clamp my other hand around her tit and squeeze with all my strength as I now slide all four fingers and thumb deep inside her. I form them into a fist and begin to pump deeper and deeper, making her d**g-befuddled face grimace with the shock. I penetrate her hard: her hips writhe feebly as I fist her wrist-deep, then slowly force in.