I thought of Rebecca the entire way and kept seeing her face in the glass of the rail car's window. We had been foolish, though I had protection, and ...e had tried to add to it with my pulling out, but we had only been partly successful with that part, and if the stories I heard could be believed, then we were either completely safe, or utterly doomed. I suspected it was somewhere between the two, but as Blackwood fell further behind it began to feel more and more like the former rather than the. The host called Dad and said she was tipsy and missed her ride home. So we had to go pick her up. Dad was totally pissed at her and made me come along as it was a long drive. He hardly spoke on the way. He had the back seat full of his sales samples so as he went in to get her, I pushed the stuff over for myself to sit back there for the drive home. When Dad came out, it was with Mom and another woman. He had agreed to drop her off too, so he wouldn’t be tearing into Mom, at least not right. She imitated the technique, filling my own mouth with her sweet taste. As our tongues danced, my hand slid down her flat belly and arrived at her secret garden. I penetrated her, my fingertips tasting her interior and gauging her arousal. We remained in that position for another minute, her womanhood becoming more and more inviting, its slick softness demanding something better than just my fingers. I pulled my lips from hers and immediately wrapped them around one of her nipples, inducing a. But Kate's Cunt was always hungry. Ever since she was a teenager Kate had to balance being a good girl against the raging hunger in her cunt. she was sure she masturbated more than any other girl in high school! Bob was the first and only man to fuck her but any object that could sate her cunt was fair game! Oranges, apples, bananas, cucumbers, hairbrushes, tennis racket handles, baseball bats, any everyday object was likely to end up in her cunt. Good girls don't have dildos and other,.