I’d found these old VHS films around the turn of my 12 birthday when I was hunting for batteries for my game boy – there was at least 30 of them -...long with a wide selection of porn magazines and stories. It was like a treasure trove to me at that age, it was around the time my first few pubes had appeared on my pussy and my hormones were racing. This much nudity, this much sexuality, it excited me. I loved the rush from looking at the dirty scenes. There was always such an over whelming. Despite being a priestess, she wasn't dressed in your symbols at all... instead, she wore an old, shinto-style priestess garb, with a white, cloth garment on top and a long, red hakama on the legs, tied up on the waist with a large bow just above the belly. Her breasts looked... hm... maybe not as big as the average priestess'. Given her height and weight, they were B cup at best. Her muscles looked... athletic? That's a nice way of saying that she looked like a better fit for jogging or. I’m not that type of girl. I hate those clingy girls who need constant attention. I know he wants to see me just as bad and I need to be patient. But if I’m being honest, I think I want it just a little bit more than he does. I am hopelessly obsessed with that man. What a right mess.I should call one of my friends and get their advice. Ha, who am I kidding, what friends? Most of them shunned me when they found out Mr. Kane and I were dating, and Claire only recently started talking to both of. She said that she was surprised that I had not heard her as she was moaning so loud and was only minutes away on the trail. She finally told him to fuck her and she bent over the log and slid his cock into her. She said he was like an a****l, fucking her with all he had for about 15 minutes. She was screaming with exstacy and saw people ahead in the woods on the upper trail. Soon he grunted and filled her hot pussy with his seed. She said she came hard as she felt the warmth of his seed reach.