Please, ooooooh.? I felt hismanhood begin to probe at my slit, slipping into my pussy, and the man rose andfell on top of me, thrusting his shift in a...d out, lubricated by my juiceswhich were now gushing from me. ?Ooooh, don?t dothis.? I felt full, my inner lips being abused by the constant thrusting andwithdrawal. The humiliation of giving myself up to this unknown assailant wasoverwhelming me, tears pouring from my face in unity with the wetness seepingfrom below.? ?Huh huh,please sir.?? The. "*Later that night when she found out it was my first time she got pissed off. She was a frequent flyer, so to speak, before she met me.*I once went to an adult theater wearing a raincoat because it was such a cliche.* Years later I was a teacher and had a day by myself in Tucson so went to an adult theater that had peep shows. This place had a central room where the woman would go and then you go into one of about twenty doors to see the show inside. The stage was rotating. On her hands. Hard." He glanced down at the V of her legs in her tight skirt. "I see where you're coming from." The skirt isn't that short." Wishful thinking?" My name is Jeanie."Joe finally stopped playing the game. "Wish I could get a good look at those tits."The washers and a sign of rules directly behind Joe meant that nobody could possibly see inside through the windows. The door was locked, so nobody was coming in. Every remaining hint of inhibition Jeanie had left evaporated in the heat of her need.. Williams was a Ms. Rebecca Williams. I can remember thinking, "Hmmm, this is going to be easier than I thought!"The next morning the phone rang at the appointed time, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I tried desperately not to sound nervous answering, being somewhat unprepared at such an early hour. But it only took seconds for her to put me at complete ease. Her voice was very soothing yet intensely commanding, as she led the conversation precisely where she wanted it to go. It seemed.