That’s what he sees in that tart Leila. I used to look just like that. I was his girl from Inglewood. Now I was a bitter, old, overweight nagging wi...e. I lay on our marital bed and I touched myself. I was wet and I could feel my clit pulsating. I breathed slowly and heavily as I gently stroked my clit. It felt so good to feel sexual pleasure. It had been a long time since I had touched myself and months since my encounters with Jean Paul. I inserted a finger inside myself and then put it into. By now, aged about 13 I was getting plenty of hard-ons, it seemed at the that age that my cock was permanently stiff, but I had yet to have an orgasm. This was to change very soon. I have always been excited by women of all ages and always had a thing for older women, probably down to my early experiences. I had a friend who lived two doors away and his mum, to put it bluntly was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her name was Joan. I lost count of the times that I watched her getting out of. I didn’t want this! I didn’t want to get pregnant!I stopped fighting after the third guy began to fuck my pussy. I figured I was screwed anyway, and may as well enjoy the fucking I was getting. They all took their turns with me. I came more than I ever have in my life. As soon as they realized that I had stopped fighting, they took out the gag, and I was soon busy with cocks in my mouth as well as my pussy. They fucked me, made me ride them, took me from behind, and made me suck them. . Amber ran her tongue across his stomach in a line and then blew lightly on the wet spot, causing a moan to escape his lips. “Oh please…please…” he said, putting his hand on the top of her head and guiding her down. She ran her lips along the sides of his dick first, and then took it in her mouth. Covering her teeth carefully with her lips, moved her mouth up and down the shaft, slowly at first and then a little faster. Greg’s hands were digging into the bedspread and he was moaning.