Not cold like ice. Not cold like stone. Cold, clammy flesh. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. She thought it reminded her of a slab of uncooked bee.... Cold, lifeless, clammy flesh.He took her. He took her there. The alley. She knew it was bad then, but she had no idea how bad it would get. Everything happened so fast. One minute she was a normal girl, the next it all changed.She was 13. She spent her days at school, her afternoons with friends or at the mall, her evenings doing homework, and. This one is mine.....I have a girlfriend for several years, and although we work in different places, different countries, for work, whenever I can I will visit her.My girlfriend ,she is a 28-year-old girl, thin, 5'7 hight, long-haired brunette, brown eyes, a beautiful smile, and an angelic face. She lives with her mother, a mature woman of 60, She cannot be classified as pretty, although it must be recognized that she remains thin, something that is already appreciated, in her youth she was. ’ ‘But I’ve never had it there before. It’s to big!’ I almost scream. I start to squirm, rocking my hips side to side trying to dislodge you. You have me too well spread and all I’m doing is helping you get in more.I try to relax but my little asshole is burning from the massive head that it’s trying to swallow. The pressure is great as you pinch my nipples harder, and punch your fists into the mattress pulling my nipples really hard. I instinctively arch my back away from your pulling hands,. I squeezed it as his hand continued to work one breast and then the other. He brought out a moan from my lips every time his fingers brushed my nipples. I leaned back against his chest and arched my chest against his hand, not wanting him to stop.Watching the rise and fall of my chest as my breath deepened, he set his left hand on my hip and ran his right hand down the front of my torso. His fingers stopped just above the elastic and gently massaged my belly. Then his hand moved lower to where.