Making him pick up his pace. He hits her spot just right making her cum over and over, clawing at the sheets as he smacks her ass. "Yeah you like that...don't you baby? You like when I make you cum like a little slut?" He ask smacking her ass again. "Yes daddy." She manages to squeak out. He smacks her ass again "I can't hear you!" He says drilling into her harder. "Yes Sir!" He flips her over onto her back and puts both legs on his shoulders. Then he plunges into her. Making her scream loudly. I can’t believe how intimate the details were, but it was strangely satisfying to be able to share that with someone. Without using his name, it was anonymous somehow. We just referred to Tim as him. After a few weeks, Fran knew Tim almost as well as I did. I got letters from Tim and even called him a few times. I could tell that things weren’t as, uh, passionate as they had been over the summer. The distance was wearing on us.’ Patrice gripped the Kleenex a little tighter, a gesture that. Letting out a squeal of pleasureshe exploded into my mouth gasping after the first surge, "Swallow itAbby, swallow it all!"As I tried to swallow everything she produced, I could hear her makinglittle sounds of pleasure as I suck and swallowed. Eventually her cockstopped spurting and she gasped. "I can tell you've done that beforeAbigail!" For perhaps 2 minutes she held me there before pulling myhead up so she could look in my eyes as she demanded, "Now clean me up,and replace my panties and. She wore what had become her daily outfit: a soft scoop-necked black crop top, zippered from neck to waist, that let her show as little or as much of her breasts as she liked, skintight but soft stretch pants, and heels. Bright red lipstick against pale skin.While most of the other women preferred to display their legs with minis, Margaret’s slim height, was adequately flattered by stretch pants. Anyone looking at their cut, in any event, would realize that she was quite accessible because they.