I felt this guy was the one, until a guy from school began to talk to me, and showed me that he was interested in me. He was Al. He was 6 feet tall, d...rk, muscular and an athletic guy. He played football, basketball and a part of track and field. He was the kind of guy who would hug 'playfully' with other girls even if he had a girlfriend. Anyway, one day... he begged for me to go with him to the park nearby the school and to talk. That's when it happened. He took me there not to talk, but to. I stared into her eyes and she had a certain look like she thought exactly what I was at the same time. Before I even started to touch her she let out a huge moan. At this point I am just amazed this is the most horny woman of all time and I have came so many times by now I am surprised I am still horny. Back to the story though I start to massage her feet kissing and sucking her toes she had gorgeous legs and feet her feet had some wear and tear on them but were still quite soft. She. I giggled and sighed, the fear bleeding out of me. She hadn't heard about any rumors. “Tomorrow, maybe, you'll get that treat,” I said. I had a lie ready. I'd tell her a futa got too rough and popped my cherry. “I'll need relief at some point.”I'd make her wait all day, let it stew in both of us. Then I would be the best girlfriend ever.“You are the best!” She attached a pic of her hard dick thrusting up from her shaved folds. “See how eager I am for. "Yeah, lap my cockmeat, you bitch!" he rasped.Claire began to lick up his prickshaft, her hot, nimble tongue slipping back and forth, tracing up the line of his dark vein. She fluttered her tongue against the underside of his knob, where it flared out from his cockshaft and the vein spread out into the fat, bivalved head. Mike moaned with the wonderful feeling."You cocksucker!" he growled. "Lap it up, bitch! Tongue my cockmeat, you cum-drinking whore!"But he failed to humiliate the woman..