She was breathing even faster, and I worried she might hyperventilate or something. I pulled her lower, and felt the helmeted head of my prick slowly...cleaving the tight, moist folds of her virginal pussy shaft. I fed her another inch, then another. My cock was almost ready to explode, but I fought it down desperately. I felt her cherry against my cockhead, and let go of her hips, stroking and caressing them instead. "Do it," I said. "Start riding my cock, honey. Let it up inside you." She. The thing that seemed to work best was the “control top” pantyhose that held her goodies under tight rein but still allowed it to jiggle with some level of feminine allure that would appeal to young studs interested in plumbing the stretching ability of more mature females with cooperative attitudes. She had gotten her share of such Lotharios, much to her everlasting shame, and now all she was interested in was a nice glass of Chianti and a session with her battery-operated boyfriend in the. Uski kuwari chut badi hi mast lag rahi thi.maine uski chut ko sungha ek bhini si khushboo aa rahi thi.phir maine usse ek kiss kiya uski chut pe aur wo aawaz karne lag gai….mai bhaut der tak uski chut chat tha raha.wo do baar jhad chuki thi aur kaap rahi thi.phir mai ne usse lips pe kiss kiya.use ne mujhe thanks kiya ki maine use pyaar kiya.maine usse kha ki tum apne chacha ko pyar nahi kar na chaogi?To usne kha kyun nahi.aur maine uska haat mere tane hue land pe rakh diya….usne meri undi utar. .we went to the Paramount where I won my beautiful body back." She stopped for a moment, looking out the glass window into the darkened parking lot."Then came those stupid extremists and now look where we are," she said. Her shoulders slumped forward.I didn't know if I should try to comfort her, be enraged at the thought of her betrayal, be sad at my loss, or be gratified at her foiled plans. "How did you expect to pull it off?"She smiled. "Did you get a good picture of the man who was shot?".