He ran his hands over my ass and back. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck saying "your ass feels so tight. It makes my cock feel so good." ...he pain had begun to recede and a feeling of fullness overcame me. Tyrone began to slowly fuck me. I loved the feeling of his huge, hard cock deep in my ass. I started to move my ass in rhythm to his fucking. He said I was a "good little slut." He soon picked up the pace and I was in heaven feeling his balls slam against my ass. Tyrone pulled his. I told the sergeant that I was too scared to jump. He told me to get off the plane or he’d kick my butt.”“So, did you jump?”“No. He tried to push me out of the plane but I grabbed onto the door and refused to go. Finally, he called over the Jump Master. The Jump Master is this great big guy about six-foot six, and 280 pounds. He said to me, ‘Are you gonna jump or not?’ I said, ‘No sir, I’m too scared.’ So, the Jump Master pulled down his zipper and took out his Johnson. I swear, Mom, it was. ‘Come on,’ urged Julie, pulling on my hands. ‘You can’t possibly have anything better to do!’ I laughed. ‘You know what? You’re absolutely right.’ *** It was the morning of April 7th. I could never forget that day no matter how much I wanted to. I awoke around ten, felling pleasantly tired after my latest date. He had been a very robust man, strong, stocky, and obviously lacking for female attention. He was pretty straight-laced and didn’t speak much throughout the evening, but once he got me. " Bythis she gave him a jeans skirt she had pulled out of a lower drawer. "Icannot wear it anymore, it is an old one and much too slim for me. If itfits it's yours!" Mom, are you crazy?"Put the jeans skirt on before we discuss mental healt!" She ordered ina strikt voice Beat knew not to disobey.While he was putting the skirt on puzzled by all what happened, hismother was already altering the other skirt - she had labled as ?yourskirt' - with the sewing mashine.He had expected when cought by his.