.OH! oo..OH! oo..OH!....” The girl was insane and I was rapidly being driven insane. Good job I had dropped a massive load not long ago or else that...would have been very short lived indeed. She then started grunting, barely audibly, “Loving…” as she dragged her self upwards and then as the base line thumped in she slammed herself down as she yelped “…it”. Over and over again: Up: “Loving…”; Down: “…it”. Up: “Loving…”; Down: “…it”. Up: “Loving…”; Down: “…it”. By now I was grunting too with the. She moaned again, he was bringing her to the peak with the brutal pounding of his body alone.Then--suddenly--as she bucked uncontrollably beneath him, she felt his plunging cock stiffen without warning and spew its white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.Jean groaned in frustration. It was too soon, too soon. She was almost there, the peak was but a hair away. She strained crazily for it, but the man's dead weight collapsed heavily across her still driving body. The. It was a hot, sunny day when she arrived. I made sure to have her come over on a day where my parents werent going to be home until late. She walked inside wearing a tank top and shorts. Her breasts were doing that lovely thing where the tops press up and over the neck of the top. I gave her a hug and felt them press against my chest. So what do you want to do? she asked, smiling at me. Oh just watch some tv, I laughed and brought her into my room. It was at least partially true. I flipped. ” Melanie then smiled, turned, and led Bobby toward their house. Bobby was a polite kid. Before going into his house, he turned at his door, waved, and yelled, “Thank you!” He and his mother then disappeared into their house. Several weeks passed, and I had let the memory of Melanie and her boy fade from my mind. Then, late one afternoon, out of the blue, the phone rang. It was Melanie, and she sounded upset. With a voice just above a whisper, she asked, “Can Bobby and I meet you somewhere to.