He was fucking me faster and faster. His cock is deep inside my pussy and fucking me harder.He then lift my legs and put it on his shoulder and starte... fucking me even faster. I cooperate with him for his each and every stroke. His cock was deep inside my pussy and fucking me with a great speed. I started shouting aaaaaaa, I said him don’t stop fucking me and keep fucking me. He called me a bitch and was telling that he is going to tear my pussy into pieces. I am in heaven and encourage him to. But, know this, I will be proper when we are in the presence of others."We reached the town square and met up with Eric and some of the elders, Calveen and the rest of our party, and a number of the townsfolk. Eric started us moving toward the old town. When we had gone half a mile or so, the path widened and I realized we were on an old roadway.Jan said, "Master John Moore, isn't this a old roadway?" Yes," I answered. "We should be watching for the possibility of signs like we found up north.. My dick is 6″long and 3″diam really. The girl in this story let’s say Sneha was a sweet slim body cute junior in my college.This started when I was completely broken during my last breakup. Then got request from sneha. I accepted and she started messaging me but I used to give quiet less reply. Then after some time I started talking then I shared all my feelings. She brought me out from my past. I was quiet happy… I had mostly forgotten the past.We had became close friends. Days by days came. " and I won't be attending the funeral as I have to work and walked away.I hated her more than ever now. It was her fault that I lost my Lisa. I couldn't even stand to be in the same room with her and when I saw her around my dad my jealousy turned to pure hate.Dad and I attend Lisa funeral where we kind of hung back till every one else had left. Dad walked me up to her grave site where we both said our good byes to her and we each laid a single red rose on top her coffin. I turned to my dad.