"I was more wondering how someone figured out they could do that!" Joy remarked. "I mean, how does that happen? You get three fingers in your hole and...decide that it isn't enough. Four doesn't do any good so you just stuff your whole hand up there? I ... I can honestly say I've tried a lot of kinky shit but I've never tried to stick my entire hand up my twat." Look at this one," Regan said, turning the tablet around again. "This one has two girls doing it to each other." This is why my dad. After a while, although it still hurt her, Sally learned to tolerate and ignore most of the teasing and harassment from the other kids.She had just turned sixteen-years-old and was, as usual, at the head of her class academically. I had graduated two years earlier and was attending a nearby community college. On my daily drive home, I made it a point to drive past my old high school. I would frequently see Sally walking home and would offer her a ride. She always accepted. She often told me, "I. He slid his cock in and out and she could feel him deep inside her as she kept cumming for him. He fucked her cunt for an hour and ten minutes before he filled her with cum which ran out of her hole and down her legs. He then said to her "You fuck very good. I like the feel of your tight cunt. I like that you could take all of my long thick cock and let me fuck you hard. I love to fuck hard and deep. I love my cock buried in a tight wet cunt as I pound them hard. I love to fuck and I do fuck. Lifting the covers, she was assailed by the co-mingled aroma of their passion. Her body responded as she inhaled their scent. Damn him! His scent had been part of her downfall. Things between them had gotten out of control, and she had thought to put an end to it with a simple hand job and nothing more. After an unintended night of making out and free-roaming hands, it was a solution that was a little bit daring, a little bit naughty, and definitely a little something to remember this night.