It was more than Sue could graciously take. Glaring at them, she muttered something very unladylike and then took a deep pull on her drink. She alread... felt tipsy, and knew she was drinking too much."Hey, come on, sugar," Jack Barker coaxed. "I was just putting you on a little bit, that's all. Honest. I didn't mean anything by it." I don't appreciate being the butt of an off-color joke such as you were making," Sue told him."I'm sorry," he apologized.Sue gave him a stony glance and went on. One of the benefits of her love to run was that it kept her weight down to where she wanted it. She was fairly small breasted, 34 c, and, fitting a kind of mould that is present in a number of women, was larger in the butt. (At least she thought that she had a big butt.) Her running helped to keep all of that in check. (If the truth were told by the outside observer, Jennie’s butt was both wonderful and one of her very best assets but she didn’t always view it that way.) For her run that day,. This event was a quantum leap in that exploration, like Columbus discovering the new world. I had a regular boyfriend at the time, his name was Chris. We had been dating for about eight months and had been having sex for about six of those. I had been on the pill for most of those six months as Chris didn't really like wearing a condom. We had been getting more and more adventurous in our sex life and two weeks prior Chris had fucked my virgin asshole. While it certainly hurt at first, he was. " He smiled and I blinked up at him. His hands trickled down from my bare stomach up to my breasts and I gasped, grabbing his hands but I stopped once his other hand reached my shorts. I stared down at the hard bump in his pants that was bigger than before and he was taking off his shorts. "No!" I screamed and crawled back on my back but he grabbed me. I could just see the tip of his cock before he brought it out and he teared off my tank, ripping it in half and I screamed. He stared down at my.