..right there...shit...” Alan felt his hips smacking into hers, such a delicious feeling. He groaned, smiling as the naked teenager writhed beneath ...im. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. Alan felt so strong and proud. He laid her on her side and held a leg in the air as he pounded her sweet, tight pussy into oblivion. Then he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. As he rammed into her tight ass, he yanked on her hair, making her squeal. “Take it you little bitch,” he growled,. They had grown up together , their parents had been friends, and they had all gone to the same school and he had looked out for her as an extension of Tabitha. While he could see her for the grown up beauty she was, he worried that she wouldn’t see him as more than just an adopted big brother who would take her home and put her to bed when she was drunk without trying anything with her. He considered asking her out for Valentine’s Day. ‘What’s the worse that could happen?’ he asked himself.. As she knew the way, I let her drive although sheoffered the chore to me. While I listened to her talk Ikept doing a little exercise I had been taught oncewhich was supposed to strengthen the muscles around theopening to the vagina. It must have seemed to Helenthat I was not paying attention.“You’re miles away, aren’t you?” she was asking me.I took notice and blushed.“What are you thinking about, Bea?” she queried.“I was thinking about a man having one. Like he is holding in his anger. But because the men are taking our antics well, he can't stop us.Gwen and Stasia can't keep this up all day. Soon they are tiring and are slowing down. Gwen knows this. So she changes the game. She tosses the rock into the crowd of women.It drops.We all look at it on the ground. I know what she wants but I dare not be the first person.I whisper, "pick it up." Thankfully someone does.It is the mother of the little girl Godiva is watching. Isolde they called her..