One of the men inside was a guy, who nearly had her, and in the most inappropriate place, her ass.When I first met him I was at a party and fucking th... head boy. We were in a bedroom and naked, fucking standing up, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms flung around his neck, bouncing up and down on his manhood, his pubic bone crushing my little clitoris, it was a great position and I was totally immersed in the fuck, cumming close to release, when I felt him push in behind me, his little. My father was kind enough to let me live with him and Denise. I guess I’ve been living with them since I was seventeen. I really love Denise more like a girlfriend, then a stepmother. Although, she’s the best mother I’ve ever really had. My own mother just cares about her next drink and another line of coke. I’m 5’7” and have brown curly hair. I have brown eyes. I have long legs and a nice size chest. Denise has taught me how to wear my make-up and how to style my hair. She’s always taking me. She thought he might apologize as his lips parted to let out a heavy sigh. She then realized that she really didn’t care, she didn’t know why she had cared in the first place. Or had even thought of him as different from any other man, in-fact he was just like them, impulsive and hurtful. She turned away from him. She really did not have time for anything he might say. She knew she risked angering him further by walking away, but she just had to. She didn’t see why she should have to prove. When he pulled away, Peter began pulling Lauren’s jacket off her shoulders, to throw it atop the luggage.“Give me a few minutes to change,” asked Lauren.“Uh, uh,” he replied. His fingers were already working nimbly on her bustier top, undoing the remaining hooks-and-eyes. He tossed it aside and stared hungrily at her aroused bosom. Her nipples were already perked up and heaving with her need. His hands moved down to her waist and Peter quickly undid the remainder of the closures on her dress..