Her tricking me into this situation. Tears were rolling down her face but she grabbed the side of my head, pulled my face to hers and gave me a French...kiss. Our tongues swirled around as she panted, with each thrust into her. There was no way I was going to be polite about this fucking, even if she was an underage young minx and I jabbed and thrust into her. I could feel the familiar tingling between my legs, my balls swelling. Even in my crazed state of lust, I knew that it wouldn’t be right. The only so- called men she had had sex with were Herbert and Phil. And she had hated Herbert, and Phil wasn't even a man as far as she was concerned.How could he be if he couldn't get it up?Tom's hands were all over her and she could feel him pushing her blue jeans and panties off her. She had her hands down the back of his blue jeans and under his jockey shorts. She was rubbing his ass and then she was rimming his asshole with her finger, and then she was getting her finger right inside his. When my tongue could go no deeper into the overlyenlarged cavern of her stretched vagina, I resorted tosucking and slurping the sticky goo out. The noises Iwas making (and, for that matter, the noises that werecoming from Lauren's pussy) were quite loud, but I wason a mission and ignored the sounds. When I came upfor a brief breath, I saw that Lauren's eyes were openand watching me. There was a smirk on her face.She grasped the back of my head and guided my mouthback to its job. After a good. ” She asked if I have a bike. I said, “Yes.” She gave her number and asked me to meet outside the theatre. I took my bike and went out the theatre and called her. She hasn’t picked up my call I felt very disappointed. Suddenly someone sat on my bike and it is her. She said, “I have to go to the hostel.”When I went there she said me to wait for five min. within ½ hour she came with black t-shirt and skin tight jeans. I was surprised to see the change. Her body shape was perfect. She got on my.