If I have an emergency I can always go to Mr. Benson’s he’s a cool guy.”“You know Mr. Benson?”“Sure I know him mom. He’s been our neighb...r forever.”“I mean are you friends with him?”“Sure. I help him with stuff from time to time and he has showed me some things.”“What kind of stuff did you help him with?”I helped him get that thing off of the roof just yesterday, don’t you remember and I’ve helped him move some stuff to his shed from his garage and he showed me some things he made out of. On the first day after doing a sightseeing tour around, we came back to the place where we stayed for lunch. There I saw a blonde young boy with incredibly beautiful face and very sexy smile. He was working as a bellboy in the small boutique hotel. I thought he was a student working for the summer but later on I learned that he was a farm boy from a nearby village who didnt want to do farming org o to university so his father sent him here to make him learn some business. The first time he saw. I entered slowly. I can feel some thin wall inside holding me. I pushed my dick with some power. She screamed.Blood is flowing from her pussy. I just paused for a second. And pushed further till my balls hit her skin. I pulled my dick outside and again rammed inside. She held my hands tight closing her eyes. I can see tears flowing from her eyes. I started to move. It’s the wonderful thing I ever felt.Her inner walls are rubbing against my dick. She pulled me and kissed my lips and I increased. It is perfectly OK to cry. Don't feel that you shouldn't. Everyone will understand." I don't feel anything at all, Anne," Fran replied tonelessly. She knew Ms. Smith quite well. "I am all mixed up. I know I should feel something. My mother is dead. I have never known my father, so I suppose I am now an orphan. But I have been wishing for her to be dead so much recently." She trailed off.Ms. Smith, not easily shocked nevertheless looked shaken. "But why have you been wishing that Fran?"By means.