He slid in so easily, but it actually hurt, he stretched me so wide and pushed in so deep. Friday I went into town again, and he met me after he got ...ff work. Five minutes at the library. We just talked and he made faces at me, and I giggled and guffawed. He makes me feel alive, and I feel like I need the escape lately. He’s my only escape anymore, but I still talk to other people. Last night, after telling him in a text that I wouldn’t look for anybody else while he was sleeping, I let a guy. The next morning she has a surprise 'this kind gentleman has offered to pay you bail' the police officer tells her-the business suited young gentleman steps forward and smiles 'miss Walshe-your troubles are all over!'Caroline was gobsmacked!a few months later Caroline's trial came up-instead of going to jail for six months she got a suspended sentence-but that was not all-the man took her shopping and told her 'money is no object!'-the dowdy middle-aged woman was transformed within a few weeks. With each pull back with both arms, I slammed deep into her tight, newly broken snatch. I couldn't believe what I was doing to the poor girl just moments after busting her hymen, but overwhelmed by lust, I hammered her like a man possessed. Sharp, high moans escaped her mouth with each thrust, which I took to be both pain and pleasure.As I kept up my rough pace, I asked, "So why do you have to come to school with your dad?"Between hard thrusts she said, breathlessly, "It's.... pun.... ish..... Mrs. Marie was a blue-eyed blonde like Devon, but that's where the similarities ended. Mrs. Marie had more height and was heavier but not in an overweight way, Mrs. Marie was a bigger woman than Devon: wider hips, a bigger ass, etc. Not in the boobs though, I figured they were pretty close in the boob department. Mrs. Marie had a darker skin tone and her blue eyes were also darker. Devon's blonde hair was uni-colored and light, while Mrs. Marie's blonde hair was streaked and darker than.