Releasing his cock I put both my hands over my defenseless crotch as if that would shield me. “I’m not going to hurt you, Chris. I’ll be very g...ntle.” He kissed me again. His kisses were the one thing I could not defend against. I could resist no longer. Slowly I parted my legs opening the way for his victorious assault on my drenched pussy. I could feel his finger moving along the outer surface of the lips of my cunt not even trying to infiltrate to the lower level. I moaned as the sensations. I wonder, has she ever been fucked in her wonderful little ass?"Truth was, I hadn't. I had played with my own puckered star before and had even slid a finger in once or twice, but I had never had anything bigger in there. The idea had intrigued and excited me, but my husband, as with most everything else, had refused to even try it. After what I had learned about him earlier, it seemed a bit jerkish of him to refuse to fuck my ass, while he took so much pleasure in having his fucked. The more I. He was from the neighborhood we had all grown up in and once we moved away we never lost touch, but we didnt see a whole lot of each other. David had lived on our street and his grandparent lived there as well. We really liked his grandmother as she was a very sweet and generous person. His grandfather, on the other hand was a functioning alcoholic. While he wasnt a complete drunk, he did drink a lot every day. Needless to say, his health began to fail and he died a couple of years after Cindy. She looks you in your eyes and she cordially speaks. You, a straight laced female with a boyfriend at home are all of the sudden creaming in your panties as you stare into the eyes of that female sitting next to you in the t-shirt and sweat pants. Your denim skirt is being threatened of a wet spot as you rub your legs uncomfortably ... no not uncomfort ... in complete arousal as you think about if she shaves her tiny pink rabbit, or if she's even wearing a thong or panties at all under those.