” I looked at the blond beauty on my sofa, her legs encased in the black stockings tucked neatly under her. The desire of my heart was to gather her...in my arms and simply hold her until all the hurt had gone away. I wanted to let it all flow into me and out of her so that the pure beauty of her would simply explode, engulfing and surrounding us both. Yet, as I studied her, I recognize that the aching was mine. It wasn’t apparent in her appearance. Surely, it was there, I reasoned. My own pain. . Roy Clark, had been active for many years in his community and had been chairman of the residents Association, co-ordinator of the local neighbourhood watch, as well as a computer tutor in the local community hall. Through all these activities he encountered about 90% of the people living on this estate on which he lived; so, it was no fluke that he knew Lizzie, a girl he had seen grow up and develop. I must point out at this stage that during this time there was never any hint of any sexual. “I don't know what's gotten into you Sally but I fucking love it!” Jeff said.“Leftover hormones from not being fucked yesterday,” I moaned back as his cock filled me.“Maybe I should skip a day more often then.”“I wouldn't try it if I were you, now shut up and fuck me!”I must have hit a soft spot because he grabbed my hands and threw them over my head and just pounded me in the worst way, and I loved every second of it. He was fucking me so fast my legs were bouncing around so I had to lock them. This is my story and I hope that you enjoy it.Andy and I [we are both white] met at school when we were both only eleven years old, we fell in love or as close as you can get at that age to a relationship. Our parents knew each other well and consequently there were no objections to Andy and me being sweethearts. Since our grades were consistently high and we were always seen on the surface to be only goofing around, our families had no concerns that there might be more to us than they saw.As.