He just wanted a good wet pussy to fuck that he didn't have to worry about hurting. Linda could take it all, he'd broken her in in every position. He ...specially liked the one he was assuming now. He loved to enter her pussy from behind with his fingers in her ass and then pound her hard. There was just something primal about the doggy style position that made him ache to watch her ass shake under his thrusts. He slid his cock into her pussy until he felt her clit on his balls. Her sheath felt. I should have remembered, Kennedy had just won in California and had just finished his speech, when he was shot leaving the room by Sirhan Sirhan. I knew. I could have stopped it. But I didn't. I couldn't; I couldn't warn anyone, I couldn't change history by that magnitude. Who would have believed me anyway? I hadn't even told my own family. I'd just have to suffer in silence. I cried myself to sleep that night.Two weeks later, I came down the stairs in my best dress, and low heeled shoes. I. Her tongue had talents that were beyond belief, she cupped the head of my massive cock in her tongue and used the tip to tickle the edges of my bulbous head, teased the remnants of foreskin left after my circumcision as a boy. Her hands grasped the girth of my tool and began to stroke the shaft from base to tip and back again. My body wracked with spasms of pleasure as she brought me to the brink of orgasm only to pause before continuing to torture me. She went on for 15 or 20 minutes. I think it would be nice but..." I replied cautiously, my hands had stopped massaging and now rested on his biceps. "Can I say ok for now?" I asked. Thoughts rushed through my mind that I didn't want to dwell on right now. Here, I just wanted to be in the moment. Shane lifted my head up and kissed my lips delicately before replying, "You can say no at any time. You're safe with me Rhea, I won't make you do anything you don't want to." He hugged me close, his hands running all over my back..