Meg opened her eyes and looked straight into my eyes. I can only describe that feeling as intense. I didn’t know if it was my imagination but I’m ...ure I saw love in her eyes. I moved faster causing Meg to tighten her legs around my waist and scratch my back painfully with her long nails. She let out an ‘Oh, yesss,’ and began convulsing under me. Her pussy tightened around my dick in a velvety vice grip. I could feel my climax approaching and started pumping faster which caused Meg to convulse. So that was it. I could not refute her. In every way, she was correct. But I was not content with it.Two days later, on a Saturday when I knew long distance rates were low, I asked Mom if I could make a call to New York and pay for it with my own money. Mom said yes. I dialed Martha's number. No answer. Two hours later I dialed again, late in the afternoon.It was Ronnie who answered, with a youngish voice and a noticeable New York City accent. "Who's this?" she asked. When I told her she. It was a week after I turned eighteen. His wife died the year before. He so alone He was Grandpa and I was his baby girl. I don’t think he planed it, it was one of those things that just happened.” She smiled sadly remembering. “I was a randy girl full of curiosity about sex and for some reason he turned me on more than any boy who had ever groped me. They never got beyond feeling me up or poking a finger in me.” “I broke my hymen with a hair brush the week before he fucked me in his den.” She. Shortly after one o'clock, it was Nancy's turn and I pounded her pussy from behind on the same rug. It finally occurred to me that, of the five women in the clinic, none of them had worn jeans or slacks... or panties... that day. I think that they all planned to get fucked during that shift. With that realization, I promised myself I was going to die trying to satisfy all seven of the ladies one more time that day... and by the time I finally went to sleep for the night I had done just.