Then by all means, read on, step inside!It guess it started early, with my mom not giving a shit what I was up to, giving me the freedom to run wild a... an early age. I never knew my dad, my mom having me when she was just 16 and my dad 16. I guess he was'nt ready for a child, I can't say I blame him. I went to my first pub when I was 16, wearing too much makeup an too little clothes, making the bouncer see past my age and more on my boobs. When I turned 18, I was an experienced maneater,. .." Ooh," Barb said. "Are you going to beat us with your billy-club?"I set my coffee down, reached over, took Barb's coffee and set it next to mine. I then took her by the wrist and pulled her to me."Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks big guy," Barb said.She squealed when I picked her up, turned her over and laid her across my lap. Barb has a cute bottom. I felt my cock twitch. I lifted my hand up and brought it down, gently enough not to sting, hard enough to make a sound."Oh you. I saw. I ended up chatting with David while Viv was deep in conversation with Ann, which she followed with a three-way chat with Susan and Ann. Greta seemed to be having a good time chatting to a couple of teenaged lads. I lost Ann for a while but caught Viv and Susan talking quite seriously with Jenny. I wondered what was going on, but then was caught in conversation with one of the research bods who managed to bore me with a couple of really good ideas. Geoff made a good speech celebrating. I shivered and moaned slightly. I tried not to think about pain as I guided his throbbing sex into my own. John heard my sudden gasp, and looked concerned. ‘Does it hurt very much?’ ‘Not nearly as much,’ I replied, breathless. Almost experimentally, I moved my hips up and down once, and was surprised at how wonderful it felt. I was stretched to the limit, desperately full, and it was incredible. I braced my hands on his chest and rocked my hips slowly. The feeling of his shaft sliding in and.