I lay on the bed, thinking of rubbing my hands all over Chelle's fantastic body. I stroked my cock until i exploded my orgasm all over the bed sheets....i quickly cleaned myself up. then drifted off to sleep. i woke to the sound of the doorbell. Jumping out of bed i went downstairs to see Chelle standing in the hallway as gorgeous as ever, dressed in a long summer dress, her long brown hair tied up in a pigtail. Seeing me come down the stairs i saw her face beam to a smile.Chelle " Hi hun" i. I remember having to go up to a hot girl at Urban Outfitter once with a handful of small sized bright blue, yellow and red briefs. It was humiliating. Then one week ahe she went home and visited a friend of hers who only dated black guys. She came back to town and told me they had talked and it sounded like her friend was having way better sex then she was with me. She went on to say that her friend had told her she always kept a magnum condom in her purse because “you never know”. Andrea then. It was then six-o-clock in the morning as he waited for his train, with two suitcases at his feet. It was just dawning and cold. Ben was on his own; nobody had come to see him off. His mother was unwell, his father on nightshift, his sister, offended. She possibly even hated him. Tony, his closest friend, had not managed to get out of bed.So, nobody was there to farewell him. And Ben was not just leaving home to work in Salzburg or Vienna as other young locals did. He was leaving for Australia,. I felt her knee come up off the floor, and drive between my legs. Luckily I moved out of the way just in time to avoid the devastating blow to my balls. But now I was mad. . . Without thinking, I reared back my hand and slapped her across the face. The stun of the blow caused her to stop fighting. She could feel the sting of my hand now burning into her cheek. I quickly moved my hand back to her mouth and readjusted my body on top of her.. ."I warned you not to fight me. The real question is.