What about you?” “Yeah, I had a good time. We hung out at Amy's house most of the night. I had a little bit to drink and it was a long day so I am...going to just head upstairs and crash. You going to play for a while longer?” Obviously sex was out of the question now so I just nodded and said, “Yeah, just for a bit, I am getting kind of tired myself.” We both knew that meant I was going to finish what I was doing and then watch some porn. She just didn't know what kind of porn and never bothered. I had hit her hard, but not so hard as to break the skin. Now I took hold of the dildo as well.Holding her still with the dildo deep in her cunt, I proceeded to give Sara 12 more cuts across her behind. When she pulled away she pushed herself deeper onto the dildo. I wasn't hitting her hard but it was hard enough to hurt. I gave a little chant as I did it, but I thought Sara would have realised pretty much from the start that the ritual was cover for a good fuck.Finally when I had put down the. "We were covered in mud" he reminds me and kisses me nicely. In a way, we were playing in the mud because Rob was locked out from his house and we don't go in my house when dad was home. I won't lie. I pushed him in the mud and after he was covered, he grabbed me by my shirt when I tried to run and pulled me down with him. Our lips met accidentally and clumsily, and we held the kiss longer than we meant to. We were just kids, in sixth grade. It didn't mean anything to me because it wasn't. Often the cars carried more than one man, and very often were picking up more than one woman. Buttercup attracted an unusually high proportion of clients in cars, which earned her both the envy and the respect of the other girls, although she wasn't really aware of it. In fact, several cars became almost regular visitors: Buttercup knowing who she was about to fuck just by the sight and sound of some beaten-up vehicle with the license plate almost hanging off and the dent on the bumper.Tracey's.