He takes me to a time when I was younger and the world was gritty: a time of experimentation and wonder.I have not passed into antiquity, but I have p...ssed into experience. When he comes to me, I return to that raw, passionate time. He takes me back. Back to first times. Newness. Introductions. To the me that was purely myself. He transports me. It is his time now, as it once was mine. He makes me remember. My body remembers. My senses remember. Why Paris?It is where I came of age. Have you. He feels wonderful, I do everything I can to keep from cumming. My pussy is on fire and dripping. He continues to pound me for all im worth. He lets go of my hair and grabs my hips, pulling me to him as he thrusts. He thrusts into me with enough force that I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. My whole body was on fire, every touch and sound threatened to send me over the edge. Fuck me he grunts. I push back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. My tits swing in rhythm, my. ."This last observation sounded like a question, and Natalie wasn't sure how to answer it. The Camp Director was obviously hinting broadly at her most private sexual habits, but she couldn't believe her ears. This man was supposed to be a friend of her husband's! How could be seriously considering... God! She couldn't even complete the thought.Desperately she glanced around the tiny little office, groping for some clue as to what she should do. But there was nothing, no picture on which she. Her entire hand popped into Ann's cunt causing her to scream into Lind's cunt from the suddenness and the pain. Her cunt was cruelly stretched to encompass Lind's wrist. Lind started trying to push further in hurting Ann as she was stretched."I can feel the wall of her cunt being moved aside. Ann, this will hurt because I'm not stopping until I'm in to the elbow." She looked up at us and winked while Ann continued to writhe in pain and moan from the fist in her cunt. She seemed to cry based.