"Come on honey' let's go somewhere private!"The red-faced man took Michele by the hand and pulled her towards the stairs. Michele went alonggrudgingly... she was hoping that Steve would be her first. As she climbed the stairs, the man closebehind her began to paw at her buttocks and legs. He ran a finger up the seam of her stocking andstroked the welt and then the bare skin above dark band of nylon. Michele's cock twitched in herpanties."God you've great legs girl; and a fantastic arse! I'm Ron. If they meet everyday how can she not recognise the voice? Sophie's mind started racing through the possibilities. Where does she go? What does she do regularly? Maybe this girl works in Subway, or drives a bus. She could be a beggar on her route to work. She needed to put a face to the voice:"You said we see each other everyday?" We do" the girl replied. "Of course you would not know but please, just try to think. When you take the bus to work, who is it that gives up their seat? Me. When you. In 1966, birth control was all but unknown to us. We didn’t even have easy access to condoms.I guess everything changed when Darnell got drafted.If you visit the Viet Nam memorial in Washington, DC, you’ll find over fifty-five thousand names. Over half of the deaths were kids under twenty-one years old. Darnell was one. One summer when Betts was at horse camp and Brian was at science camp, we took a trip to the nation’s capital. I watched as Hayden searched the wall for the name of his best. As a matter of fact, she was going to make me cum at about the same time she did. I was getting very close! Uh… I groaned. Cyndi… Sis… Im gonna cum in your pussy. Do it, she whimpered. Spurt into me. I want to feel it. Please, Ian. I need your cock. Oh God, I panted. Youre so good… your cunt… Yes, baby, cum in my pussy. I want your cum. Spurt for me! I rammed by cock faster and faster into Cyndis pussy. Cyndi shoved her ass quickly up and down on my cock, impaling herself again and again on my.