“Well I was gonna blow you, but it seems you’ve shot your load already.” “Yeah, I could not hold back, it was so intense, I don’t think I’...e cum like that before.” “You never had cock in your throat before, Look, I’ll be back next Saturday and feed you again.” I said as I tucked my spent cock back into my jeans. After checking out and driving home, I was thinking of him as I unloaded the groceries, this dude was hot and me being the one to pop the first cock down his throat made me wet. I am a. Slowly his index finger slipped into her pussy, making her wet and slick for him to slip in easily. Her hips lightly rocked against his hand, laying her body a top his as his left hand remained within her pussy. She leaned to the right, giving him room to move his hand freely. Her nimble fingers sliding the zipper of his jeans down, pulling his stiff dick out; her hand sliding over the shaft, rubbing up and down at a steady pace. Her hand becoming moist with his pre-cum, her palm sliding over. Which took for ever to wash off afterwards, I might add! It was if he wanted to take away my identity and turn me into some anonymous piece of trash!Then he'd fuck me – always in that same position – never any other way.He'd spit on my hole and on his hand and cock and place the end of it against my half open anus, rubbing it along and over my waiting hole, while he got into position. 'Oh FUCK! Stop – Stop – Stop! Oh My God – That Hurts!'I'd yell out, he always entered me forceably. He'd shove. ”“I am going with you,” said Ronnie. “My parents won’t like it, but that’s tough. They’ll have to get used to the idea.”“I understand what you’re feeling,” said Alex. “I really do. And I wish I could go with you. I don’t want to go back home. But I know them. I know what they’d do. And it would kill my mother if I ran off to some far away Indian reservation. I got myself into this. Actually, I blame it on Uncle Dean, but that’s neither here nor there. If I tell them he started it, all that will.