I pulled my cock out over the top of the panties and rubbed the head up and down her pussy before pushing slowly but firmly inside her. I grabbed her ...ound the waist and built up a rocking motion until my thighs slapped gently against her ass cheeks. Within another minute I could feel her pussy contracting once again. She let out a loud moan while more juices trickled out of her. By now the bed sheets were getting soaked. I pushed deep inside her, holding her ass tightly to engulf as much of. Did she share her lonely feeling with others, or was it just on paper and kept private? What did she look like? She certainly aroused his curiosity. It was already after 5 pm and he was on his way home from work. Maybe he could return earlier in the day tomorrow and see who showed up near the park bench. What were the chances that the author of the poem would show up just when he happened to be there? And how could he know who she was? He continued walking while he thought of the lonely poem.. Ab main jor jor se uske boobs dabane laga, usko bhi maja aane laga, hum aise hi ek dusre se khel rahe the tabhi mujhe laga ki koi hume dekh raha hain, side seat par baithi ek ladki jiska naam Anu tha hume dekh rahi thi ye baat maine pooja ko nahin batai, or socha chalo jo hoga dekha jayega, or main pooja k boobs se khelta raha phir meine pooja ko kaha ki plzzzzz mere lund ko munh me lo, par wo mana karne lagi or bahut manane par bhi nahin mani lekin usne promise kiya ki wo manali ja kar jaror. Thankfully by the time we got to the door I was getting more and more used to it and able to compose myself. I resumed swaying my hips on the way out the door and to his car, opening my door and ushering me in. We drove the 30 minutes and stopped in front of the local mall. My nerves were starting to act up again as we stopped and parked, Henry getting out and coming around to open my door. Just seeing his smile and taking his hand calmed me down and made me feel so safe that I wasn’t bothered.