Never! Not her. She was far too independent to be some object of lust for a man to find his pleasure in.She would always find solace in her art after ...er unnerving dreams. Her advocation was pottery and sculpting, her vocation was a sales rep. She went into her studio and began carving into a block of clay. It always amazed her, empowered her that she could create beauty from some mundane lump, could transform it ugly and plain into something magnificent with her own hands. She worked almost. The view of my classmate girl’s ass was one I won’t forget. I pulled her hair back with one hand and grabbed her tits with the other. She then arched her back to perfectionWe got up and started making out again as she got on my lap. She positioned herself well to sit right on top of it. I could feel it getting so much better as she lowered herself. I now had her tits right in front of my face as she rode me again.Her long messy hair, sweat dripping down her body, and loud but muffled moans were. No other girl had ever had such a strong reaction to being fucked by me. I found myself really enjoying the way she squirmed and squeaked with joyful eagerness as I slowly entered her.Inch by inch I sank deeper into my s!ster. Her walls reluctantly parted for me, clamping down on the cock inside her.As I bottomed out in her, she arched her back even further, letting out a long, deep groan. She gripped the bed sheets to her sides and shivered with pleasure. As her muscles relaxed I realized I. She would buy me cigars and 40's- i would score her weed from my buddies- we would smoke before dad got home and when he would fall asleep on the couch. Tracys best friend Sabrina lived in the same apartment complex, just 6 doors over she would go over there and get her nails done, as Sabrina she owned her own salon studio. They would chat and drink while I babysat Sabrina's little daughter in the next room over. One weekend as usual i watched the little one, as my step-mom got drunk and got.