She mewled with pleasure for firm pressure was what she instinctively knew she needed to gain the release that would satisfy her belly.The firmness be...ame greater and greater, and she felt a pain, almost a tearing between her legs. She whimpered in pain, trying to draw away, but was held in a grip of iron. The pressure mounted and she felt her pussy lips being forced unnaturally wide around something.She kept trying to crawl up over the log and escape but couldn't move an inch. Her pussy lips. She ran as fast as she could, but it seemed to take forever. Near the woods, she slipped, apparently over her own feet, and fell flat on her face. She got back up and continued in. She was out of breath, but she was in a hurry. She was in the woods. She was shielded again. No one had seen her. As scary as this had been, it would soon be over. She would put her clothes back on, go home, and probably masturbate for a lifetime thinking about it.She scurried to the tree where her clothes. “I understand!” Said the priest sympathetically. “What kind of thoughts?”I thought for a moment and my mind drifted back to his beloved Amy. She was 19 when we met, 3 years younger than me, and to me at least, she was the perfect woman. She had long dark hair, big brown eyes and a body to die for. In fact she was the perfect woman and perfect wife, or at least I had thought so at the time. But things turned sour quite quickly.Paul was intrigued now and read on, at least to learn something. She circled behind the building and spotted his black Kenworth at the back of the lot. Her pussy was wet from flashing the country boy in the pickup. Her loins were yearning for a cock. She unbuttoned another button at the top of her sundress, almost below her full, firm 34-C breasts. Loosening one more at the bottom, she smiled to herself, “that should do it!”Sara tapped on the bottom of the door as she swung it open and climbed into the cab. She crawled over the seat and kissed Cliff hard. He.