She was carrying an old leather travelling bag. Any lady of good breeding would have been quick to mock her rustic appearance, the better to conceal t...eir gall at the impossible perfection of her face. It was a face to draw the interest of both predators and protectors. Her cheeks had a faint blush that made one want to quicken her breath and see their colour deepen. Trusting eyes and delicate pink lips were painted upon the flawless canvas of her skin, all framed by a tumble of dark brown hair. He pulled his cock out all the way then slammed it back inside. He did it again, this time leaving the head inside my ass, before slamming back in. After this he gripped my shoulders tightly and started roughly pounding my now violated ass, hard, fast, and deep. With every thrust I could feel him pulsing, until eventually he shot his load of warm sticky cum deep inside my bowels. I felt the warmth take my body over as I just layed there. He then pulled out his cock, fully and flipped me back. All time and space had ceased to exist by now. I don't know how much time had passed, or when it was that Carl had mated with me, before I felt Larry by my side again."You know the old song," he whispered. "Save the last fuck for me." I don't recall it going exactly that way," I breathlessly replied. "But I like the idea."Larry then gently turned me onto my back and placed himself between my legs. In moments I felt the touch of his cock and its penetration, and I realized the best of all. I wished I'd known Thomas before then, that we'd dated and sat close together in our classes, sharing looks and notes and smiles. I should have met him when I was sixteen and I wondered how much my life would have changed. I could have fallen in love so easily then."I love you, Tricia," Thomas whispered into my ear as we caught our breath. His hand was on my breast, squeezing me gently, rubbing across my aching nipple."I love you too," I kissed his neck and stroked the man's hair. "Twenty.