"There's baby oil in the bedstand drawer," she said quietly, also taking the black goody bag from the closet, the one containing devices that had made...Laura, and Karen, scream in violent convulsions of pain and rapture in the past.Laura could feel the racing of her blood jump up a notch just at the sight of the bag. Oh god! she thought. How could either of us ever give this up?"Me first," Karen said, with a wink.Laura knew that she meant she got to be first on the receiving end. Karen sat down. “Is that with one or two R’s?” I enquired.“Two… why do you ask?” he questioned.“Oh, it’s just a hobby I have. I write stories and am always on the lookout for different names to use,” I answered.“What do you write?” he asked.“Oh, just short stories. I am not a professional writer and it’s just a hobby,” I replied, shrugging noncommittally.After a few more pleasantries I excused myself, and as I was leaving I gave my business a plug; “By the way, I own the gift shop diagonally across the road.. Now it was noon, her parents were at work, she was on half-term break from sixth form college, I had the day off uni and we were in the sitting room. We'd both put on the same clothes we'd worn last night when we got up, and she'd removed her make-up, but she was still stunning, her hair a bit messy and her ample breasts squeezed into her tight black lacy v-necked vest top. She took my hand when I was done, picked up a bag she'd brought from her room, and led me on to the cold tiles of the. I stepped over them and immediately ripped my panties off. I was over the fondling and instantly turned and bent over presenting my pussy to him. I was ready to take a pounding. I wiggle my ass in the air while he excitedly ripped his jeans off and positioned his already hard dick against my vagina.“Do it” I hissed between my teeth and he didn’t even hesitate. Before I could even take a breath he was balls deep inside of me. I gasped. He was even bigger than I had hopped. Without warning he.