He obeyed. “Harder!” I cried. He obeyed again. I couldn’t help it when the cries began issuing from my throat. He bent his left leg, lifting me ...lightly and giving him better leverage. I cried, “Oh yes!” as he plowed into me even deeper. “Oh god,” he moaned softly, not even pausing his rhythm. “Jan, oh god.” “Don’t stop!” I cried. I could feel the orgasm building between my legs and I had to have it. “Don’t stop fucking me until I scream!” “I’m so close,” he said desperately. “Faster!” I cried.. We had PE in the afternoon, which meant that I went to the library. I'd been given a little homework in one of my earlier classes, much of which I had already done during the next class. That'd earned me some sharp questions from the teacher, but I'd proved I was paying attention by knowing the answers to the teacher's questions. That was easy, as only one of me had been doing the previous class's homework, with the other mind listening to the current class's teacher. What little homework I had. The man was already hard and ready. He wanted that pussy bad and he liked to be watched as he fucked the girls. He liked that he had a huge cock and wanted every one to see it as it penetrated the nice pussy. He got to the nice pussy and placed his cock at the entrance before he shoved into her deep. With every inch inside her he pumped hard in and out. As he fucked her fast and rough he reached down and pinched her nipples. He pinched and pulled them loving how big her tits were on such a. They extended and lengthened into narrow, flattened hoses. They deformed so that the silver dots that had once been scars of stitches dilated and became prominent. Howard became curious, for here in front of him was the evidence of where thread and needle had penetrated, where one Egyptian woman had begun and a European had ended. Howard examined these marks forensically and with boyish distraction, fascinated at how the silver dots elongated and became translucent each time that he pulled.