Do it. Do it."At that moment, I couldn't have agreed more. I was going to fuck something, and right now. But Elizabeth's pussy was much closer to my c...ck than was Jennifer's so it caught my complete attention and took the brutal assault. I pulled her onto the bed and was buried in her wet pussy before she could do more than cry out a 'NO'.It was the soppingest pussy I had ever had. She was ready. I heard her grunt once and then go limp. I started to pound into her, over and over. I couldn't. So do Beca and Donna. We do more than make music together. We study. We eat. We play games. We talk. We dream. Maybe that’s the most important thing. I’ve always been able to share my music with other musicians—in the orchestra, ensembles, performing. I’ve never been able to share my dreams,” Cindy said.We were all quiet and, if anything, Cindy relaxed further, leaning back against me. Betty finished her tea and I saw Mom nod at her. The two women stood up.“I’m sure everyone will be back from. ’ Her hand went to land on her father’s thigh. He was real. All this was real. She’d done it! She’d gotten what she wanted. She was a little fuzzy on how she got to the ‘I definitely want it’ stage, but it didn’t matter. It hadn’t been a mistake. She was glad she’d done it.No ... she was elated she’d done it.Suddenly the lethargy she’d felt vanished and she was full of energy. Nothing weighed a lot anymore and she literally bounced up into the air by flexing her hips and shoulders. She was. Licking her lips, she tried with all her might to get back at it, like a woman addicted. Somewhere, in the back of her head, she could hear a small alarm going off, but ignored it, how could she think of anything with such a beautiful cock just waiting for her attention? Moaning softly, she wrapped her fingers around it and started to rub the silky smooth skin. After a few precious moments, however, her fingers were pried off, much to her dismay. Looking into the his eyes, she whispered,.