I can hear her breathing pace quicken, I know she’s trying to stay calm and relaxed, as I push the head of my cock too her ass, she pushes back to m... slightly telling me to proceed. This is not like the fucking we just had, I can’t take this from her, she has to give it to me. As the head makes its way in I hear her making little cry’s and sniffles. I stroke her back and tell to relax, that I’ll go slowly and I’ll try not to make it hurt any more then it has to. She moves her hands from her ass. After I hung up, I walked back into the living room fairly depressed about what had happened to the girl I’d planned to marry.“What’s wrong?” Stephie said, clearly seeing something in my face.“I’m just really worried about Kara,” I said distractedly. “It’s like she just kind of checked-out on the world. I’m not sure how she functions at work.”“Do you need to be with her?” Stephie asked quietly.I snapped back to where I was.“No, Stephie. That’s not what I’m saying. I care about what happens to. I was pretty tall for my age, six feet, but still quite thin at one hundred sixty pounds. I had a swimmer’s body and didn’t have a lot of body hair other than my pubes and a little in my armpits. I had had a number of sexual experiences with girls my age, but was also curious about men. I was attracted to older, hairy masculine men, but had never had the chance to act upon it.One afternoon, I came home from school and noticed that moving vans were just finished unloading furniture to the. The sight of the action on the screen, the feel of his little girl outfit, and the words cutting deep channels in his feelings were sending the boy into orbit."Yeah, get ready, here comes the money shot. Go faster, you SICK LITTLE TURD, or you'll miss it! He's going to shoot his STUFF down her throat. Look, I think she wants to pull away. She doesn't want him to cum in her mouth. There, watch her eyes, she's struggling to pull away, but he's grabbing her hair. HE'S NOT LETTING HER OFF.