The half a mile journey to the bus stop was traumaticenough as it was, taking her as it did through a busy high street packedfull of unsavoury charact...rs. Skye attempted to keep as low a profile aspossible, but that is a fool's errand when you're six foot tall in heelsand dressed as if you were on your way to a strippogram. The constantclack-clack-clack of her shoes against the uneven cobblestone pavementmight as well have been a foghorn for all the noise they made, and herprogress was. " "oh my god williacj it's fucking too-"she breathed heavily panting, i felt her nails rake my backside and she squeezed my butt tightly as i continued fucking her hard "there it goes, all up in that pussy i know you feel it, ain't gone stop" I said into her ear. she squirmed then turned her head to the side covered her mouth and i felt those pussy lips clench my dick firmly it sent me over the edge Theresa ran her fingers across my backside and dug her nails into my shoulders. she held on. Her sheathed foot touchedthe inside of my ankle lightly, then with great force as she widened my stanceto her satisfaction. Her hand grasped both my wrists as she worked until myfeet were at least three feet apart. My legs burned, but I remained silent.I felt at peace as her hand released mine, and in an instant, everything seemedright with the world. She returned to her chair and sat down, her legs crossedas she watched me. "Look at me." She ordered. I let my eyes slowlyrise to take her. I remember the first morning I went out on my own.I was delivering in Morgan Road, just around the corner from my house in Bond Street.It was winter, and I was just lobbing the plastic-wrapped paper on to a lawn when a light came on in a bedroom. All I noticed was this thick and gorgeous long hair. I stopped and, making sure I couldn't be seen, watched in awe as the hair was shaken from side to side and then carefully brushed out.I was just coming up for my fifteenth birthday and I guessed that.