Walking along I see face after face of my long lost desire, feeling saddened by the whole affair, walking aimlessly towards nowhere in particular down...the street towards nowhere in particular, I come across a park bench on the sidewalk and decide to sit and gather my thoughts. Looking at my phone I log onto my facebook, feeling rather shitty I quickly trawl through my posts, nothing getting my attention not even the raise of an eyebrow till I come across a happy picture of you, my heart sinks. Please, I beg him silently with my eyes. Please just enter me, fuck me, use me, make me feel like a dirty filthy slut. He must have understood my silent plea, because the next thing I know his hard erection is pushing against my opening, slowly entering me, stretching me. I moan through my gag. My head falls back and my gaze locks with Gary’s. His mouth is slightly open and I can see that he is panting with excitement. Between my legs the man in pushing forward bit by bit, his girth wider. She said that she had given Mike head a few times but had never let him come in her mouth. When I asked her if he had gone down on her, Beth’s face seemed almost shocked, as though she had never thought that such a thing could happen. As she went on I also realized that she had never had an orgasm with Mike. It basically sounded like he would rub her a bit and then whether she was ready or not he would climb on top and start. She said he would go for a minute or two and after he finished he’d. "Better get ready, Big Boy," Brandy purred.Ignoring her boyfriend, she sat down and pulled up each of her stockings, making sure that the seam was running straight up the back. She unzipped her shiny, spike-heeled boots and slipped them on, again luxuriating in their encasing feeling. The blonde got up off of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror, letting down her hair. She used to have it short but Grant had a ponytail fetish so she put up with the tangles and long brushings to please.