“STOP!! W-w-why are you doing this??!”, I notice my legs aren’t bound. So I try to move them in a manner to force him off of me but he just buri...s himself deeper.“You love it! ... you want it!” He snarls, in that moment he leans towards me enough so that I can see a slight glimpse of his rugged jaw line and can see a grin curled on his lips.I keep trying kick my legs, if I move my body too much I just give him space to shove himself further into my tight pussy that has already given him the. She also quickly glanced at his groin area.She now had her left leg crossed side on to him.A nice area of leg.She started to talk about how she would survey the flat and explained all the admin.She flirted on the fact that he was by himself when he said he would have to clean up himself after the decorating was finished.She made to look for her tape measure,swingin from right to left and back looking from folder to folder and he got a beautiful glimpse of white pants framed in stockings.He was. Thicker and thicker!Suddenly, his rigid penile spear sprang from its hiding place between her trembling breasts, shooting out like a quivering arrow from his loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pulled back the sheath of flesh that covered the blood-engorged cock head until it poked free with a moist plopping sound. Squeezing the hard shaft of his urgently pulsing cock tightly, the bulbous tip swelled with deep, blood-infused fullness, distending until it was twice its normal. I dropped her off home at the appointed time, and she provided me with a kiss goodnight, along with an invitation. “That was fun! I had a good time! Wanna go out again next weekend?”I stuttered out a “Yes!”, and found my way home. My fevered imaginings led me down paths that we were unlikely to tread, at least not anytime in the immediate future. (This was, after all, the early Seventies)We dated over the summer, and made arrangements to see each other once college had begun. She went to.