She was longing to feel that long thick hard cock deep inside her . Then I raised up off of her to one side, she saw my expression change. My face now...had a leer. My hands started to caress between her thighs rubbing her pussy. My hot hands caressed her smooth naked skin, and then moved to the bare skin of her ass immediately. I begin caressing down her back to her tight buttocks, my finger traces up and down her ass crack.She shivers as my other hand pulls her cheeks apart and hold them that. "Tell him ya love him first slut."Trembling all over, I did."I love you Tom."Then I kissed him again, my mouth opening around his protruding tongue,sucking it in as my lips lowered gradually to his.I am not sure how it happened, but suddenly there were vibrations comingfrom his stiff erection between my cheeks and I was wriggling insanely onhim, kissing him madly. Gasping between kisses as I did"I love you Tom. I love you Tom, ohh I love you Tom, I love you, ohh godohh god, I love you, I love. So did a brother and two cousins. We all wished we couldfind them." She began to cry.Rob patted her on the back, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, and litone. It had been finished when she finally looked up."I'm sorry. I just wished... I don't know if they can help..." She wipedher face, standing. "I'm sorry I bothered you." Help with what?" Lupine asked. The New York Irish accent seemed to jarthe woman."Mama had a stroke. She was paralyzed." She sobbed again. "We didn't havethe money to. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the toughest chicks out there. She gave shoulder and hip checks that belonged in the NHL. I hoped that I could withstand her onslaught. After the match I.