John ripped her clothes off and threw the screaming woman to the floor. He dropped his pants and shorts and rammed his prick in her old cunt. She scre...med for god to help her. It didn't help because John ****d the old woman and filled her hole with sperm. He got off her and looked at the terrified woman. "John if you are going to **** me again please use Vasoline, my cunt is dry and it hurts" she sobbed.John pulled her up by her wrinkled tits."Ok, I will make your pussy slipperily mom, if that. It was great fun, and one I took to heart: I wasn't going to end up the subject of their conversation if I could help it.Eventually the popcorn was gone, the empties thrown in the recycle bin, and people were falling asleep. We all staggered off to bed, tired, but curiously pumped up. Social affairs like that will do it for a girl. There's a reason so many young women identify with Julie Andrews in "My Fair Lady" and her son "I Could Have Danced All Night".Those of us who'd been in school a few. There wasn’t a whole bunch of talking during these adventures, just a bunch of sucking and touching. Eventually, while beating off one of us would reach for the others dick and start stroking it. Our arms would cross each others and we would just start jerking each other. That’s usually when small moans would start to come out of our mouths. The feeling of someone else’s hand on your genitals sure beats your own. I remember his dick felt different than mine because it was bent while hard. Not. Slut jumped up and whisperred “please sir, no, please” just as my index finger rubbed over her clit and slid into her soaking wet pussy. I squeezed her right nipple through her t-shirt, and started sliding my index finger quickly in and out of her pussy as she started to cry and moan at the same time. I continued to torture her pussy for a couple of minutes then abruptly pulled my finger out of her soaked pussy as she let out a sight of disappointment. I strapped on my backpack and grabbed my.