She as about 5’3” with big standup tits and nice slim ass. Her pussy was hairy but trimmed since shaving was too much trouble and got itchy.“It�...�s my pussy and I’ll decorate it the way I want. If a guy doesn’t like it, he can take his pecker elsewhere.”She got hit on by some seniors who had cars and money. They would take her to stuff I couldn’t afford or get her to. If she liked them she would fuck them for thanks and go out with them again. If she didn’t, then they at least got a blowjob but. The fear wells up inside of him. The pain is extreme. He wakes up in a cold sweet, heart racing, another nightmare. The same nightmare. The only nightmare Spencer ever has. That was the day that changed his life forever. Out of the two hundred and thirty-four people on the bridge that day, he was the one and only survivor to be alive. Sure he had a few bumps and bruises but that was all. How he survived, God only knew. Now being much older, he is no longer is bothered by what he saw that day.. Megan Ford. Eighteen years old and gorgeous. Known for being a party girl drunk every weekend. I didn’t really know her too well. In fact, I barely knew her at all. We’ve never spoken a word to each other before that moment. The whole reason I was even in that bathroom in the first place is because Megan passed me a note in the hallway the day before. It was strange, I would say, that she had given me that note. Definitely shocked me. I remember reading her pretty cursive writing, Meet me. My husband knowing that I really wanted fucked, he slipped his hard cock into me. I gasped as he held my body captivated and my throat filled to the max triggering more spasms until I pulled away. The cocks were twinging as my throat, pussy and ass started to spasm. What an orgasm. The three of us spent hours while my husband would switch back an forth between eating and fucking my pussy and teasing my ass while I sucked and stroked their cocks. The night ended and yet again, no double.