The Summer downpour was sudden, and heavy, but refreshing, after the high humidity, there was a cool breeze, and something else I had not noticed, but...my boyfriend did, my nipples were alive, my femininity was emblazoned on the front of my bland t-shirt, no distracting logo or colourful emblem, just a pair of rock hard nipples and pert breasts, as the cotton started to become translucent, the two older men in the shelter, were certainly getting an eyeful, and my boy a hard-on. I did not know. Just as I came up on her, getting ready to flash her an, "I beat you, bitch," smile, I felt my feet slip out from under me and the next thing I knew I was laying on the concrete with serious pain in my ankle.I barely registered Gloria's vicious laughter as the coach came over to tend to me."Jeez, you alright?" the stocky blonde man inquired. After determining that I was in no need of urgent medical attention, I was told to be more careful and dismissed from practice for the day and told,. He shows me his bunk and suggests I slip back and try it. I lay back and find it is better than I thought. ‘So what, in your experience is the most comfortable position .. . . . .?’ hesitating for a second and finishing the sentence with ‘to sleep in.’He smiles at me and asks if I really want to know about sleeping, rubbing his hand over my leg, getting a little higher each time until he grazes my sex with the back of his hand. Damn my body for doing it’s own thing when I want to be fucked,. She told me she has the best orgasms when she feels my cock exploding a massive load up her backdoor.Let me tell you about the first night I met this anal queen. I had just broken up with my last fuck friend and was feeling a little randy so I decided to check out a local sex chat room to see if there were any takers for some fun. I posted my pic and started chatting up a few of the ladies when I got a private message from Sinfully Cindy. She told me she was single and looking for a lover that.