Speaking of which, how old are you? You didn't mention school and you mentioned a job, so I'd guess... 18? 19, maybe?", She replied with casual intere...t. She got a hasty reply of, "Oh, I'm 19. My birthday was two weeks ago... Ummm, I'm sorry to do this, but will you excuse me? There's nothing in the house yet and I'd really like to stock up before my mom gets back. Plus, I need a bottle of water after lugging those boxes back and forth.." He replied, offering an apologetic smile - though she. Lance was in Erica’s backdoor. Fuck her arse was tight. Tighter than a lid you couldn’t get off a jar. He was jamming into her and she was fucking moaning. He saw her glossy pleated labia wobble but he was held. Butt ruled for this boy. She kept a tighter grip on him than Mrs Roberts did on the Retreat accounts and boy was she tight with money. Lance saw her arse push in, and then pucker out with his cock. Pushed in, wrinkled out, contracted in and gathered out. Fuck it was beautiful to watch.. Barry is hitting all the right spots at about this point and I am beyond caring sadly, " oh God, fuck yeah, tear me apart you fucking animal". I can tell we're building together so I pull my shirt up and bra down to feel the cool night air on my hardening nipples and wrap my arms around his forelegs. "Oh fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck," I'm matching his pace and rhythm when it happens, we cum together; the only time I get to cum with a partner, to squirt, and it's with my bear rapist. He jizzes. She leanedforward to kiss me. I’d never given serious thought toCheryl sexually before, but as turned on as I wasgetting, I ignored my inhibitions and met her kiss. Itwas gentle and sweet, totally different from the wayguys had ‘kissed’ me. I began to think that I’d neverreally been kissed before Cheryl. She had pressed her lips lightly to mine and nowwithdrew an inch. Her eyes searched mine, their richcoffee brown questioning my cloudy hazel. I answered bykissing her.