It was high and tight, a true bubble butt. I'd walk around the locker room after gym wiggling and shaking it. The guys would laugh and occasionally sm...ck it hard. Most days I'd go home with a bright red hand print. This did cause a few problems when a few of my girls saw them. I'm mean what's a girl to think when she's laying there getting her stud's cock and she looks at a mirror and sees a large hand print on her stud's ass.Having my ass played with was one of my favorite things. Touched,. We got into the cement water tank. I got all wet and the nighty stuck to my body like it was my skin. He removed his clothes and came inside the tank. He tore my nighty with both his hands and we embraced. Then he made me kneel and he inserted into me from behind. His dick was a thick flesh meat. I screamed but he showed no mercy.He started drilling me and was spanking my ass at the same time. I told him to slow down but he didn’t obey. My hair was in his hands and he was using like I was a. “It’s not very well lit. Nothing over here though...” Jada looked to the left and right. There appeared to be acres of parking nearby, but the areas were on the other side of temporary chain-link fences. She finally turned and pointed behind her. Try over there. You might be able to park on the grass.”“Yeah.” Emily drove over to a small grassy area near where they exited the forest and shut off the car. She sighed and then shuddered from the harrowing experience of the drive through the pine. If I had vacancies in my company, I would have head hunted her. Instead, here we were on another course (long booked ahead), planning to meet at the hotel. She was about five-foot-eight, to my six-feet. She was half Scottish, half Swedish, living in the South. The big difference was in our ages, as I am 60. She was slender, with firm breasts about 34C (probably what first caught my eye, if I'm honest!), with blonde, thick hair in a tidy bob cut. She dressed quietly smart in style, whether.