The bubbly Lucy chose a bright red. “I’m a blonde. What other color would I want?” pulling the skirt open to show her blonde fuzzy cunt. “I lo...e this place I’ve wanted to be a real slut from the time my uncle and brother raped me when I was twelve.”“That’s terrible!” Angel said. “It was at first.” Lucy admitted with a frown. “After the third time I really liked it.”“Something like that happened to me.” Grace put in. “Last summer four boys in the hood trapped me in an ally.” She shuttered.. His gentle fingers played over my skin, making it sing. He had me arching against him as he let his fingers splay outward from my breasts or from my belly.Then, letting his tongue dance along the path his fingers had just travelled, he soon centered his artful tongue on my protruding nub. His one aim; to make it rise against his lips.He continually stabbed at it or pulled on it; making it rise from its hooded hiding place.He pressed himself against my rear, just slightly separating the cheeks. "It feels so good!" she murmured. "What do you want me to do? How can I make it better for you?" Her pelvis was slowly moving under him and he realized he was all the way in.He whispered, "I've never felt anything like it, darling. Your cunt feels like a very warm, moist glove just gripping my cock." He could feel her using her vaginal muscles to massage his cock inside her. "I don't know what you're doing, or how," he said, "but it feels absolutely marvelous!"Just then he felt a violent. But,” I added, “hopefully his loss could be my gain.” For a second, she sat and looked at me. “Your gain?” she said, tilting her head to one side, a questioning look on her face. “Mike,” she finally said, “do you fancy me?” I’d come this far so decided that it was now or never. “Yes Hazel, I do. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.” Hazel looked shocked and sat there for several minutes before she replied. “But, Mike, you’ve never said anything. Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t know.”.