You moan and your head drops back telling me you want more. Your pussy is crying out to be filled. You need my cock inside you right now. You push m... cock inside you with your hand. You guide it with your hand to your entrance. You gently slip it in. Riding it slowly, but taking it all in with every stroke. Gently hopping up and down, squeezing it with your tight pussy. I can see your pussy lips grabbing my thick cock. Every time you go up, they stretch a bit around it. Every time you sit. They often chatted with Anne for a few minutes before lowering their voices to a whisper. Some were more vocal, as if Anne wasn't even present."Are you sure she's not too perfect? I mean, there isn't an inch of her you couldn't bounce a quarter off of, she's so toned," a man named Alexander O'Neil from marketing asked Dr. Andrews. Anne realized they were talking about her and stopped listening.Most of the day, Anne had very little to do. When Dr. Andrews noticed her sitting at her desk, staring. One of the frat brothers came over and whispered, “The bedroom’s ready when she’s ready,” in Garry’s ear.“What did he want,” Cheryl asked, and she took another big swallow of the punch.“He just wanted to tell me that the initiation is ready to begin anytime,” Garry replied.“Is tonight your initiation?” Cheryl asked, with a noticeable slur in her voice, and then took another big swallow of the punch.Garry knew the drugs that she had been unknowingly consuming in the punch were about to hit her. I was born back in January of 1964 and lived outside a small country town in Victoria, a township called Yallourn North. My earliest recollections of my life go back to when I was four or five years old. These memories and flashbacks go through my upbringing, schooling, moving to Melbourne and ultimately to New South Wales where I met my husband in the army. This story is a combination of reflections and memoires over a 15 year period from 1968 to 1983. Unlike the great movie, Summer of ’42,.