I am pleasant looking with sandy colored hair, but I have always been slight of build, which means I have always been picked on. It began with my sist...r, who was a fat ass kid. She used to make me do her chores and when I'd protest she would wrestle me to the ground and sit on my face. I would cry under her fat ass and agree to do whatever she wanted. But sometimes her sitting on me caused a completely different feeling, the humiliation would make me tingle inside and I have fought against that. Monica was really into it. She screamed and begged me to fuck her harder and faster. I did exactly that. After all, that's what the scene called for. Still, I could tell when she was a bit uncomfortable. Seasoned porn starlet or not, taking ten inches of hard dick up her ass was not exactly easy. Monica was a team player, though. She worked with me and we got through it. I pumped my cock up her ass like it was nothing and she screamed in daylight like she was having the time of her life. Later,. ”“Wasn’t really unexpected. Jack had trouble with drugs and alcohol. He drank himself to death ... but not after being in some trouble with the law. He always said he was the black sheep ... and he seemed proud of it, too. Shall we go?”Adam backed the mustang out of the driveway and headed down the country road. “Look at that,” he said. “The old Chambers place ... with a for-sale sign.” They approached a stone farmhouse. In the driveway was parked a white SUV with “Town and Country Realty” on. “Oooh,” she gasped.“What sort of panties have you got on?” I asked, in true youth style. I couldn’t see or even feel any under her tight, short skirt.“Not saying,” she teased, wiggling her hips between my hands. I went and put some music on, closed the curtains and came back to her. With my hands back on her hips we began to dance.“I can’t feel any panties...” I pursued the subject.“You’re not suggesting a girl like me would come to a party without any panties on?” she fluttered her eyelashes.