Greg is a soccer player. I have attended all his games and have marveled at how all that running and kicking have helped him to develop beautiful, wel... muscled legs and a perfect butt. His blond hair and blue eyes, his dimples, and his smile would melt even the hardest heart. It is hard not to fall in love with a k*d like Greg – and many have!Greg’s mom, my dear wife, died when Greg was still a little boy. He, his brother Kevin (two years younger than Greg) and I have lived by ourselves ever. Then us both on our side. I held one her legs in the air as I pumped her pussy hard, she was moaning and talking dirty. After what was about twenty minutes I put her on her back and said "How badly do you want my cum?" Tammy looked up me, all glistening with the sweat, the whole room smelt of sex, pussy and cock. "Bad. Real Bad." she responded. I began to thrust my cock in and out of her tight little virgin pussy. Harder and faster, moaning and groaning between us then I couldn't help it "I'M. “Do you masturbate, Kyle?” she asked. “Tch, yeah, you know all teenage boys play with themselves.” I responded. “Do you?” “Yeah.” She answered. She blushed as she confessed. This was interesting to me because I was unsure of how often women played with themselves. “How often do you play with yourself?” she asked. I wanted to lie and say once a week, but I wanted to establish honesty and spark a sexual relationship too. “Daily, sometimes twice daily.” I said, waiting for an exaggerated response. I feel her going in hard and rough now and I know I'm going to explode soon. Liz roughly yanks the leash attached to my collar.Liz begins to say roughly, "Take it, take it. Take it rough and hard. Do you like that?” she asks.I reply by saying, "Uhhh, yes I like it." I am punishing you continuously. Are you enjoying it?"I answer by saying, "Uhhhh, yes, I’m enjoying it."She slaps my ass with her latex covered hand repetitively again and again. Liz is now relentlessly tapping my butt at a rough.