Annika AnderssonI had tears streaming down my face when I set the letter aside.Melanie sighed, “Oh my!” and hugged me.Jennifer and Stephanie did t...e same. But we all knew the other letter was the one that was going to be the problem.I picked up the letter from Birgit. The last one I would ever read; her last words to me. I was sobbing and couldn’t manage to open the envelope. I handed it to Stephanie, who carefully opened the seal and extracted the letter. She handed it to me.“Can you read it,. I heard his pants and shoes hit the floor right before I felt his hard cock against my clit. He rubbed it around to lubricate himself before entering me slowly. He was large, and I was tight. I used his breathing techniques to get through the pain.He stretched me open until he reached my hymen. He then stopped, telling me to take a deep breath as he pushed through. I let out my breath and felt him. It hurt, but as he kept moving inside of me, the pain changed to something else. It felt so good. From the moment that she has stepped on the bus that first morning, she was the center of their vitriolic taunts. But after a life-time in foster care, Jill was almost numb to the abuse. She had sat silently alone on the brown high-backed seat as the bus seemed to hit each pot hole on that country road. She supposed she was an average enough looking young woman of fifteen…almost sixteen. Her hair was long, mostly because the state provided only enough money for a hair cut once a year. She. I told her go for it! She did. Needless to say it didn't last long as it had been over a year since he had real pussy. She left, and from then he would be hooked.A few weeks later it was time for my batcholer party, while we out she was sending both messages. "My pussy is so wet" "mmm I want your cock" then she sent us both very naghty pics :-) the night went on and I told her to keep it up because we were both very horny.We got to the end of the night and I had him drive me home, I asked him.