It was killing me. I wanted something thicker and longer in my ass. Something to grab my shoulders and cram itself inside me. I wanted a man to fuc... me, I knew. I wanted him to fuck me hard and deep and drive his cum into my bowels, and then have my Mom jerk my cock like she had just started doing. Before long I was about to cum. "Can I cum Mommy? Please!?" I could tell she was almost breathless when she said 'Yes slut. Cum!" and smacked my ass. That was all I needed. She stopped. "Would either of you ladies like to get your sweet pussies ate while I get fuck?" Carol giggled and Bobby had a slight frown on her face. Carol said, "Normally, I’d love to, but right now my clit is so sensitive that it hurts at the slightest touch." Popi looked over at Bobby expectantly. Bobby looked up at her for a long moment then shrugged and said, "What the hell, I’ve wondered all my life if it would be any different with a woman. I guess it’s time to find out. Where do you want me?" Popi. She had good reflexes, she knew that, and enough knowledge of fighting from observation and training with Gérard to handle herself in a wrestling match. Especially since most boys, Michél being the exception, didn’t think she could fight.Gérard swam almost every day in a cove not far from their house, but far enough that others rarely visited, especially early in the morning. Amélie was pleased when he invited her to join him. She was even more pleased when she discovered Gérard always swam. Her soft skin was as white as snow. She had the smile of a princess and the kindness of a saint. She never cursed or held a grudge against anyone. She had no tattoos and piercings because she is a sophisticated lady. She had a British accent and loves to listen to soft rock music. She was not a tomboy, and you could tell because she always wore makeup and short skirts with black leather-high-heels and fishnet stockings that barely reached her thighs. She would also wear fishnet stockings on her.