.. her petiteness is endearing, sensual, lights up a primal part of his brain that wants to envelop her, protect her, hold her down and fuck her until...she can’t walk. Her face is the very definition of prettiness. It suits her shy nature perfectly, her eyes aren’t sultry, there are no suggestive lines to the angles in her face. She’s charming, attractive in an innocent way, exactly the kind of girl an old man like him is the most drawn to, maybe because he would be so harshly judged if he acted. This was too much for Dave and he grunted as he made a final thrust and held it deep inside her as he pumped his seed into her unprotected depths. I could no longer hold back either, pumping myself faster and faster, watched as rope after rope of cum splashed down onto my daughter, splattering her face, hair, breasts, and even onto her dress. Dave held himself inside her, pushing deep, waiting for the last dregs to discharge into her.MJ lay there on her back, mumbling words that neither of us. The muscles in her arms and shoulders, clearly visible in her tank top, moving sexily under her tanned skin.The delicious feel of his entire cock being fully enclosed in her warm hands is almost more than Steve can bear, after the sexual wasteland he has endured the last few months. His knees slide apart and his heels dig into the soft cool earth beneath his feet. Grasping one of her forearms, he begins thrusting into her tight grip. His hips push up hungrily on each downward stroke of her. The phone rang three or four times, then someone answered. ‘Hello?’ The voice was feminine, but it wasn’t Donna. ‘Ah, hello. Is Donna there?’ Tommy asked. ‘Who may I say is calling?’ the woman asked. Whoever she was, she wasn’t very friendly, the young man thought. ‘Ah…Tom…Tom Jackson,’ he replied. ‘I’m…I’m a friend of hers.’ The woman said, ‘Just a minute.’ Tommy heard the phone being laid down and voices in the background. ‘Tom?’ Donna’s voice came on. ‘Ah…hi,’ Tommy said. ‘I-I was, you.