She had good sex scores, and her answer to why she didn't have a man right now was an embarrassed, "I kept gettin' bigger and slower. I LOVE sex, but....." and she waved at herself."What do you think of white boys?" I asked her."Never had one..." Myra mused. "Got close a couple of times, but..." She shrugged. "It'd take a big 'un. I don't see one gonna come a-runnin' at MY picture..." Well, suppose we negotiate from a platform of how you looked at eighteen," I offered.Myra made a face. "I was big. He said he didn't want to hurt her. While the sentiment was very sweet, his misconceptions about what she enjoyed were also frustrating. She had tried to explain that it wasn't a form of abuse, but she got the impression that he didn't see the distinction. Still, they liked each other and they had a lot of other things in common, so they would at least remain friends.Samantha tore off the wrapping paper and pulled out the box's contents. When she saw what her present was, her jaw dropped. In. The thirteen-year-old virgin felt as though she was being split asunder. The thick rod of meat was slowly sinking further into her depths. She tried squeezing her inner cunt muscles to force it out, but to no avail.She looked up, eyes wide in fear, as her big teacher positioned himself for the final thrust. The unfucked youngster felt as if her cunt was being torn apart, the pain from the first-time dilation of the soft orifice was almost unbearable. Suddenly, excruciating pain ripped across. But every time I saw you post pics on facebook or twitter, I never saw anything about you ever getting down here, so I finally decided to take matters in my own hands.”“I’m speechless. I knew you had opened a few spas, but I was shocked when I read you were franchising the concept and that it was taking off like wildfire. When I got your invitation to come down here, I never expected anything like this.”“I really don’t do much with the day to day at the spas anymore. I hire good people to do.