In fact it had done just the opposite."Poor girl!" thought Tim. "She needs to get away from her house with all its ghastly memories and do something m...re than just punching a cash register."He studied her more closely as she pored over the menu. Small and dark he had registered when he had met her. She had liquid brown eyes and they showed everything: shyness, anger and even a little laughter. She was painfully thin as was her face. It was not lined as such but showed strain and deprivation. He. "And then what?" "I don't really remember too much after that, and I don't remember doingit too many other times after that until a couple of years ago." Jasonanswered."What happened then?" Well, Mom had to run an errand, and I was watching a show, she let mestay at home. When she was gone, I started to feel a strong need totry on a bra again. It had been quite a long time, but I wasremembering what it had felt like, and I just needed to do it. I wentinto the hamper and found some panties. Both her nipples were becoming little fleshy knots. I took the opportunity to reach between her thighs; her pussy was wet and smoldering hot. We didn’t engage in any more foreplay. I just rolled her on her back and was immediately on top of her.Grabbing my cock, I guided it into her pussy. It wasn’t what I’d expected; her pussy muscles were nothing short of spectacular. If there was ever an Olympic medal for the most incredible pussy muscles, Zara would have been a hands-down winner. On every. .. almost everywhere one can imagine. He had seen oral sex, regular sex, anal sex and even a group sex party where he saw two men fucking the same woman, front and back. Every time he would see some erotic sight in his neighborhood, he would always unzip and stroke his cock until he came all over the side of the house he was looking into.In his first year at high school, he had discovered an air vent and shaft that lead to the girls shower room. During his study hall period, he would sign out.