I don’t want a relationship with a man and I don’t want to fuck a man, I just want his cock.Last year I wanted to get fucked so bad that I shaved ...y legs (what little hair I have) and bought some make-up and bought some tight fitting shorts that barely concealed my big butt. I looked great if I say so myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and my ass was just barely sticking out of the bottom of my short shorts. I could honestly say that if I saw myself a bar I would try to take me home and. My balls slap against her pussy as I slam deeply in and out of her ass. I watch her body start to shake around my cock, grasping it with erratic spasms. I feel my balls contract and a euphoric sense of pleasure radiate from my cock. Her body bucks in violent shudders as she cries out in pleasure. I feel her juices gush against my tightening balls and inner thighs. I plunge deep and squeeze hard, pausing, trying desperately to maintain control. Her ass clamps hard around my pulsing cock. . Moaning ant the touch.Sara wanted to die. She was touching another girl's breast. She was so ashamed of herself. About her feelings, about her shyness. She wondered how soft and, at same time, firm that was. Her sight moved from the breast to other girl's sight, again on the breast. The girl's hand was gone but Sara didn't left the breast.“Oh Sara. You are wonderful” coed the girl “ I like your touch very much.. May I touch yours?” said Patrizia teasing the girl.. Again, without waiting a. "Why Brad, what are you talking about? I haven't seen your friends." You know what I mean. How they are changing and acting different." Maybe they are just growing up..." Stop it! You know what's happening! I want you to change them back and leave them alone."Angela pushed past Brad headed toward the door as the bell rang. "I don't know what you want me to do, Brad. Sometimes friends just find other interests and leave you behind." With that, and one last victorious smirk, Angela disappeared.