Then something hit me. "Wait? Did you just call me Rebecca?" I asked ofKim."Well yeah isn't that your stage name?" she replied.Stage name? I thought ...ohnson had handed me a purse with a driver'slicense with the name Jessica Jones on it. I then decided to play along."Yeah my stage name is Rebecca. I don't want people to know my real name."I said."Well that's understandable a lot of the girls who work here take stagename. Hell I think I don't know any of their real names here. Expect meI'm just. HARD”. A few minutes later the sound of tortured screams and distinctive jets of water could be heard amongst the visceral sounds of hard anal penetration. Both Karen and Paul had a ritual for the sex they had. He would always cum in her and she would always take it up the ass. As Paul wiped off all the body cream in her ass, she delightfully turned over and lay legs spread for the climax of their morning session. “Let me wrap my legs around you my son,” she said as Paul felt his way to the. She was inheaven when an occasional ball would come close and she could throughthe ball back. The boys didn't notice that she threw the ball backproperly. But she noticed that she no longer threw 'like a girl.'There were girls playing at the park too, but they held no interest forher, although sometimes she would think that the girls didn't know howmuch fun they were missing. Being a boy was so much more fun thanbeing a girl. The only thing that she envied boys more about otherthan being. Unnffff-uck Katrina. Oh damn! He panted and he guided her back and forth. Back and forth. She felt the rounded bottom of his mushroom cap gliding on her tongue, his penis slicked with her sweat. She let him guide her, her one hand on his base still, the other other flattened against his thigh. She started to settle into a rhythm and was thinking it wasnt too bad, all things considered. She was getting used to the taste, and the noises he was making was making her feel more and more confident.