FUCK ME. FINGER ME. OH MY FUCKING GOD. DO IT BABY, I’M GOING TO CUM FOR YOU SO HARD. I was screaming now, my body writhing, jiggling and wriggling o...t of control as I felt his fingers roughly drive in and out of me, his fingernails tearing at my lips and plunging painfully into my tender pussy walls. Reflex reactions f***ed my hand tightly closed around his penis as I continued to wank him ferociously, the feeling of his hard cock in my hand, his rough fingers delving in and out of my pussy and. She knew where she wanted to go.I was thinking, “How do my parents know so much about these people?” But again, I was too much of a moron to ask.I instead, was one directionless smart ass teenager with nothing to offer on that scale. Yeah, I knew how to program and make money, I was a hard worker and a relatively good person, good sex included, but what plan did I have?Caley did like me, but she was a person who needed a good and strong partner.My heart hurt. They were right. I didn’t know. She groaned again as he lapped on her ripe breasts, tonguing her pencil eraser like nipples, and grazing them with his teeth. "Oh god" she cried, as once again, he stopped, and this time made no effort to please here further. "Please?" she enquired again.The room went silent; the only noise was her own panting. Then she heard the faint rustle of crinkling paper followed by a tearing sound. She felt something cool and hard stroke along her swollen lips, and initially thought he was going to. Yvonne left her cottage before me for her tennis tournament, and Peter turned up about half an hour later. He took me to a pub about another thirty minutes drive away and bought us both lunch and a glass of wine.It was just like a date really. He didn't talk about the article he wanted to do until we had finished our meal, and then he told me he would like to take me back to his place because that was also his office with all the necessary equipment.I agreed to that but still didn't know if.