Mommy always thought that daddy had ~ like a secret woman ~ and that he was just making up his business trips so that he could spend all his time with...this make believe woman and all.”Miles said, “Wow, so you were eight when you went to Disney World you are twelve and now ~ so what you’re saying to me is that you haven’t talked to your mom or your dad for all that time? What about your daddy was he cheating on your mommy?”Kristen said, “I like have no idea if my daddy was with another woman. He'd rarely come to this part of town and had never seen this particular store. It was an antiquarian bookstore, full of the rich aroma of paper with lots of nooks and crannies in the confused floor plan. He been browsing for about an hour when he came across a small alcove surrounded by bookshelves that reached the ceiling. A small, padded bench with a high back was in the middle of the area, which housed self-improvement books. He usually avoided that topic, but something just drew him in. He. It wasn't painful, but I knew I was being stretched open. Suddenly the pressure eased, something very blunt and firm contacted my cervix, and my pussy felt very full.I shivered with the new feeling and asked, "What are you doing?"She made eye contact with me and said, "I'm loving you with my hand."I inhaled deeply, consciously relaxing my inner muscles. I knew she had small hands and wouldn't hurt me, but this was like the discovery of a new dimension. Everything from my breasts to my knees was. I want you to cum in my ass!"And with those words, and little hesitation, I felt the head of his penis, only lubricated by the wetness of my orgasm, slip between the cheeks of my ass. He found my opening and then with steady pressure, impaled me over the desk, not stopping until his hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass.There was no hot steamy water, no added wetness, no soapy lather this time. Just his engorged erection driving into me as he pinned me to the desk. I heard the scream I.