Shaun lifted her dress and exposed her bald lips.“ Gwadddddddddd , that feelllllllllsssss, soooooooo good!!!!”“Come to the blanket “He didn’... let go of her tits, walked behind her and kept on rolling her nipples with his finger and thumb.He knelt down with her, not letting go of her nipples.“Shaun, I can't wait to feel your cock taste it swallow it.”Shaun kept talking dirty to her, the more he told her what he was going to do the wetter she got.He held her back to him and pushed his hard on so. "Ok, you can help. I was just afraid you wouldn't want to get outsideyet." I told her."We've been in the ship for a year. I want to feel solid ground under myfeet too," she said and I hugged her tightly."Ok here it comes, get ready. You drive us in once the last one touchesdown," we were watching as the sections came down slowly. Once the lastone was on the ground we raced in to help unhook the cables.The original plan had called for the guys to do that by sliding down thecables. But they had. My hands gripping her soft cheeks, I withdrew and slammed back with a stronger, hard stroke, causing her to lurch forward before driving her ass back against me. Repeating my thrusting with increasing rapidity, I gradually decreased my length of my strokes to short rapid jabs as Tara flipped open the cap on the lubricant with shaking hands. Treating her to a firm, jolting slap, I brought my hand down hard, sending quivering ripples through her fleshy cheeks. “Oooh,” she cooed, overturning the. Her experience, recounted with neither regret nor embarrassment fully shocked me, but at the same time opened my eyes to the possibility that such an eventuality, whilst hardly a domestic ritual may perhaps occur with a greater frequency than we are led to believe. This is Sophie’s story. ** Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed – let alone going to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth – the surrogate womb if you will..