And he kneels between Sara’s legs, spreading them wide open. He taps his cock on her pussy she begs to be fucked. Slowly he pushes himself inside he.... She cry’s from his girth but begs him not to stop. Laying on the floor he sucks her tits as he slowly and gently pushes his cock in and out. Her nails digging into his back her legs wrapped around his hips. They began making out with passion and love as his cock slowly and painfully broke her hymen. She held on tightly as he made love to her.. She wears a loose purple university sweater and very sexy skin-tight pants - and there: her jeans are ripped open and her right knee is bleeding! I say: »Hey, hey, can you hear me!«, but the girl just stirs annoyed, grunts and relaxes again. I fetch some warm water and a clean clothe, but I'm not so sure about how to attack the task at hand. I try to push the leg of her pants gently up over the wounded knee, but it is far too tight. So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet. “Tom cat got the cream?” Miss Harker smirked as I blushed. “Try not to be so obvious Mac and for fuck’s sake this room smells like a bordello!” Were secrets so hard in this establishment?The next day I held myself in check but I swear that young man winked suggestively every time we caught each other’s eye! And was he poking that bum at me teasing? Miss Harker noticed too much and cornered me into a confession. “I knew it you old perv, it may be legal old fruit but college rules would roast. My name is Darla Cummings My husband is Reverend Paul Cummings. I'm forty six years old, long straight, almost black hair, dark brown eyes. Five foot nine inches tall. My breasts are round and full with a natural uplift. A 25 inch waist that seems almost to small for my 38 hips. Paul is forty four. Five foot seven inches tall, a hundred and sixty five pounds and is somewhat balding.We were married a little over twelve years ago, I had only been with one other guy before meeting and marrying.