She was certainly quiet, having been taught privately since a young age therefore having never mixed with people of her own age, or any age for that m...tter besides her staid, uptight father who had often beaten his own old fashioned and petrifying Christian beliefs onto her, made even more orthodox by the fact he was incidentally the man at the centre of the village, the vicar of the villages small parish. He’d taken her in when she was found on the doorstep as no more than a baby and he was. I’ve thrown guys out better looking than you are.”“Why me then?” he said.“You remind me of someone I used to know. Someone I used to fuck all the time. Keep your hands to yourself, Frank!”His reaction to that was hilarious. He must’ve forgotten he used the name Frank when we had our introductions.I opened up, and turned on the light. The furniture was part of the place when I moved in. It was ok, but nothing remarkable either. For $500 a month, I didn’t need remarkable.We went to my room;. "I wonder," she silently cried, "I wonder how I'll find another dirty red pickup truck window to tap on to help me through this?" Then the sorrow and tears she had been holding back for days, crept up behind her eyes and tried to push out.Clamping her eyes shut and rubbing her lover's shoulder with all her might, she captured the torrent within her with the exception of a single glistening tear that crept out and started rolling down her cheek.The tear slid off the edge of her chin, landing. The explosion of spunk that soon followed, nevertheless, was so hectic and Kelsey was afraid that he was about to choke. Thankfully, he managed to cope.Squat had no sooner zipped up and left, before Lanky took up the reigns. Lanky had a long and slim comfortable dick. His approach was also far less frantic than Squat’s. With Squat gone, Lanky’s verbal tirade also ceased. As he leisurely skull-fucked Kelsey, Lanky groaned the most contented sounds of pleasure, and for the first time since his.