But in the moment, my body knew what it wanted and wasin full control.The tip of his penis began to slowly part the lips of my pussy. Itslowly began s...iding inside. It helped that I was dropping wet. I reallywas in heat. As the top pushed past the opening, it began to feelextremely tight. Like I was being stretched. I grimaced and he pulledback out. "No, it's okay, let's keep going," I assured him.He nodded and I sat up, straddling him as he lay on the bed. I took overcontrol so I could go at. The pleats of the skirtwere no deeper than seven or eight inches and the skirt barely coveredthe top two inches of his shorts, so all his panty frills were on view."Turn," ordered Miss Presswell.He rotated on his high heels, his legs terribly bare, as if all hisclothes were up around his shoulders and bust. He had his hands clutchedinto little fists of misery below his panty frills. It was all tooshaming and he burst into tears.He couldn't stop. The girls had their hands to their mouths,. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be she thought to herself. She’d been a good girl and done what her mother had told her to by avoiding boys and this was how it was going to end? Her first time wasn’t going to be with a man who loved and cherished her but on the floor as she was raped by a pack of brutes. Her mother had been right that all men were beasts and animals, their only concern sticking their filthy parts into innocent young girls. In spite of her terror and revulsion the man’s. I was a frequent visitor to this place and always enjoyed the women more than the coffee. Sarah was on her lunch break sitting two tables over. She was a tall brunette college girl with sexy black frame glasses. She wore yoga pants, crossing her legs and flipping through her novel with one hand while sipping her latte with the other. While Sarah took her break, Emma stood behind the cash register at the front counter twirling her hair in boredom. Emma was shorter than Sarah, but her body was.