. Mr. Kimble, huh? Amber's father. How must her mother feel, too? This has to be devastating to her, too. Oh, Daddy, I wish that there was something t...at I could tell you. You've always been there for me when I've had my heart broken. You always knew what to say to me ... but now, what do I tell you? What can I tell you that would make it feel any better? Very sorry that Mom hurt you like this, Daddy. Who's with you? Sarah? Mary Beth? That's good at least. Whenever you need me, if you do, you. ” He told me again as his hand ran down my stomach to my cunt and he began to finger my jizz filled hole. I spread my legs to give him easier access and smoked my cigarette as he rubbed my erect clit and used 3 fingers to bring me to an orgasm. “We have to make this quick.” Ralph said, as he lifted my skirt and I bent forward for him to enter me from behind. His stiff cock pressed against my moist labia and he slid in easily, as most of my lovers tended to do. My cunt had been penetrated by. He was definitely a wall hugger. As I visited the bookstore more and more often, I got pretty accustomed to recognizing when and what style the guy behind the wall used when he climaxed. My wall huggers where the guys who pressed their entire body, arms and even put their cheeks against the wall when they came. Other styles that guys would use cumming through the glory hole were arching their back, causing their cocks to stick out further which would force them deeper in my mouth. Then there. I was hopelessly bound and completely at her mercy.“Now I think I will go get myself fixed up a bit,” she said and disappeared into the bathroom.When she emerged she had made herself up by putting on thick make up, lipstick, eye shadow. Her eyelashes were thick with mascara and she reeked of perfume. She was wearing a black bra and matching panties that her fat tummy hung over partially obscuring the panties. In short she looked like a fat nasty prostitute. This, of course, made my dick.