I was helped to my feet and escorted over to the sofa. The sofa was covered in a warm floral print cover but the room was chilly. My clothes were remo...ed from my body until I lay bare and exposed. My heart beat fast and I felt every pulse of my body as if an earthquake were course thru it. I was positioned facing the back of the sofa. Then I saw there were two sewn on straps which were then clasped around my hands. My ass was moved in such a way as to make for easy insertion of this large. However, using "CF" in a graphic was fair game, as were any rhyming words (can you believe there was a professional hockey team called the Ducks?). We had contests to see who could come up with the wittiest play on Mrs. Custler's name. My personal favorite was, "No AC to DC", which I had printed on bumper stickers.If it seems childish, it was. Through most of the spring and summer, I was down at least 20% in polling. Since my personal money was also tight, I spent almost as much time in Concord. A virgin such as her, one unaware of men, would not know he could ease her pain. The lost traveler drove into her fast and rough. Her grip became tighter and her wetness seemed never ending. James sweated profusely over her. Was it the earlier wank or the desire for this to never end that kept him going so long at such a pace? He didn’t know. The nymph looked at him with tears streaming down her face, brows furrowed in pain, curiosity still in her eyes. The trusting innocence to allow him to. “Oh God, I’m cumming.” I hissed into Bob’s ear, as I humped shamelessly into his erect penis. Then, in an instant of confused lust, I kissed Bob deeply, opening my mouth to accept his tongue. In response, his hand reached up to feel my breast. We were both completely unaware of anyone around us. I ground my crotch into him shamelessly; unable to control my pelivs as the waves of pleasure shook me to the core. I convulsed and quivered. I wanted to stop cumming, but the intense vibration on my.