He lifts me up and puts his enormous head to my pussy and lets it sit there for a moment. I'm reaching down to guide him in. Small pumps of his head...only, I shake and tell him More, I want all of it in me. Fuck me hard!!! With that, he rams me hard. Fuckng my hole, faster and faster.I'm cumming again, so much it's hard for him to stay in me. He bends down to lick up some of the cum and back inside with his dick again. Hard thrusts in and out, lifting my legs higher and further apart each. Scared her not because it made her feel cheap or usedbut because it excited her. Barbie knew a lot about herself but she hadnot yet puzzled out why having men spend money on her made her feel theway she felt. Or perhaps she had chosen not to pursue that further.The room seemed oddly quiet for Las Vegas, and dim. Deep well-paddedbooths, lots of plants, huge tinted windows showing the city, menuswithout prices, at least, Barbie noted, hers had no menu. She grinnedat Harold suddenly and he smiled. "I want you to rest as much as you can while you are here with me then. Besides, I like to have you near me where I can feel you and smell your beautiful hair," I said with a kiss."I can tell you are getting better, you are making me crave you inside me," she said."I don't know why I bothered to stay alive before I met you three, because you are the only reasons I live now," I said to her.She kissed me all over my face and went and got a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up. "Thank you, Sammy," I. Fortunately, my teen memories were intact so I knew what classes I had and where they were. I was even prepared for my assignments. The only difference was I now I also had benefit of my 39 years of experience and maturity to see me through it. Instead of being nervous, I was kind of looking forward to what the day might bring.The day was Nov. 11, 1977, a Friday. From my teen memory, I knew that Homecoming was next weekend. I was a Sophomore Class representative to the Student Government and.