They had saved years of letters, and I had nothing better to do with my time than to read them. They had been a close family. Everyone was proud of th...ir brother who had graduated Annapolis Naval Academy.Another son had become an editor for a newspaper out on the west coast, in LA. A daughter had gone to college and graduated with a degree in theater arts and was the manager of a playhouse in New York City.Those two cities had been hit hard with the flu/plague. All cities with international. And now, you’re going to get exactly what you want, my sweet little girl. All you have to do is tell me. I’m yours to command, Pamela; tell me what to do.” I was beside myself with desire. Jim had spent the last hour giving me commands and making demands. He had practically ripped off my clothes and roughed up my tits, forcing me to my knees to suck his stiff throbbing cock. He had practically thrown me onto the stairs, eating my pussy so unbelievably but not allowing me to cum. And he had. The threat of no more tit-feels usually did the trick!But Jim was a bit different. I've already said he was a bit 'rough'. Well, he was - in a lot of ways. His language was pretty bad, for a start - he was the first boy I had met who talked about a girl's 'tits' - Alan used to get embarrassed about saying the word 'breasts', but practically the first thing Jim said to me was that he guessed my age correctly because my 'tits' were about the right size for a fifteen-year-old. Then he said that my. I loved the way her flushed skin contrasted with her black stockings and suspenders. She was really going for it now. She was grunting and groaning as I let go of her breasts and grabbed onto her jerking hips. My balls were jiggling around in their sack just screaming to let go as the passion got the better of us.Sharon gave a sudden shriek as her main orgasm hit and she dropped down with my huge cock disappearing into her completely. She froze and I could feel the heat inside her flare up and.