Also since my parents don’t get home until after 6:00 pm. I get home around 4. But I usually chill on the bus and talk to her. Her name is Alex. She...is around 5’4” with a round ass and plump tits on an average frame. Hair dyed red and short. Today was different though. She had a rough day and wasn’t in the mood to talk. But I was persistent. She wouldn’t talk so I went to the adventurous approach. It was stupid but it worked. I started to rub her boobs from behind. She started to moan and. But still I resisted.I slid my forefinger inside her. God, she was SO wet! So I thought that one finger wasn’t enough at all, I pushed in a second. She moaned loudly, squirming above me. “Please mum, PLEASE mum! I need to cum!”“Oh no, baby, you don’t need to cum,” I corrected her. “You just WANT to cum! Isn’t that right?”“No mommy, I really NEED to cum!”I pushed a third finger into her cunt…quite tight now, even as wet as she was. She moaned loudly. I began to fuck her with the three. .totally pissed...angry...and hurt. But part of me...a deeper part, a lustful part, a part that motivated my deepest, darkest masturbation fantasies...was so white hot, so alive, so buzzing....so taking me over and consuming me, that I couldn't do anything but agree to all of it. We said goodbye and that was it.Tom wasn't an asshole about it, not at all. But he was just straight to the point, not much small talk, very direct. It was somewhat dominant, but not overtly so, not to the point where. . Well, Mikes fantasyland anyway. Cyndi turned facing Mike and jumped one final time. Landing prone and legs spread, she curled her finger motioning him forward, then pointing to her pussy. Eat me, she whispered. Eat my pussy daddy, eat my pussy she commanded in a sultry but sensuous voice.Mike thought to himself, even a ‘man of the cloth’ would have a difficult time saying no to her. Mike fell to his knees and stared at possibly the most enticing and enchanting pussy he had ever seen. She.