Anyhow, instead of my cock, right now, my pinkie was in heaven. Swiftly, I realized, she had brought me to the little league park in the back of our c...mplex. It was a large structure with the bleachers at the far end. Everybody in the complex knew about the lights being blown out and the park being all dark after dusk. There was nobody at the park right at that moment. Soon as we reached close to the lowest tier of the bleacher benches; Helen pushed me to the seat and began wet kissing me with. “It looks just like the pee hole in my dick.” “That’s right, honey, but I know women who stretch that tiny hole with female toys so they can take a man’s penis in there and let him fuck her in her little pisser.” “Cool,” said the boy, but doesn’t that hurt her? Inez laughed again at his innocence. “Sure, but it hurts…‘nice.’ You’ll see, and sometimes they also do that kind of. .. Welcome back, Ben."I sighed happily and smelled the familiar sweet scent of her hair. "It's good to be back."It started off just like any other ordinary day. School had just started and we were getting into the daily grind of classes, homework, and studying. My social life seemed to pick up right where it had left off the previous semester. Dawn, Ryan, Gwen, Robin, Bert, and I would meet up at Dawn's and Ryan's apartment in the afternoons to hang out. Adrienne would come by when she didn't. My twat squeezed around my pussy. Juices soaked my hand. My tart aroma filled my nose as I loved my cunt.“Yes, yes, fuck her like a man,” I moaned, my brother's jeans sliding down his ass. He thrust into the married MILF, his dark-blue boxers clinging to his cute butt. “Pound the slut.”“Yes, yes, fuck me!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned, delirious with joy. She humped her cunt back into my brother's strokes. Her tear-stained face twisted with passion as she tossed her head. “Pound me! Oh, my god, this.