He placed his hands on her ass once more, and placed the head of his enormous cock against her pussy lips. She was too tired to scream again as he pen...trated her this time, and she just lay there in her restraints while he took her from behind. She was already loosened up from before, and feeling his hands on her ass and his cock behind her made her pussy get all wet again. The head of his cock pressed into her waiting nakedness, and he slowly speared her with his monstrous shaft. When. Something primal and raw could easily be erupted into life at any moment. First it could be a playful release of emotional and somewhat of a physical energy. Then it could get a little more physical. And within a moment they would be shamelessly fucking.***At the very beginning Tom was afraid that all this would've evolved into some sort of mutual rejection. It felt strange. And intensely weird. And then some of that weirdness have found its way to become something else. Tom knew that mom. My small breasts came into the view in the changing room mirror on the back of the door. They jiggled. My nipples were hard.It wasn’t cold in here... I grabbed my halter top and pulled it on. I drew it over my head and torso. A tingle raced through my fourteen-year-old body as I finished donning it. This pleasure tingled out of me. I adjusted the top, my breasts cradled in the outfit’s cups. My breath quickened. I couldn’t believe I was wearing this.I pulled off my long skirt, my purple panties. However, before Dean could answer, another buddy yelled out, "Maybe he's a mama's boy also?"Dean grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall, lifting him in the air, "You're two seconds away from this mama's boy kicking your ass!" Hey, cool down, dude. I was only joking, geez."Dean dropped him and let go of his shirt, "That's enough!"The gang didn't say another word and just walked away while Dean stood his ground and watched until they turned a corner.Then before strolling down.