With a little patience and perseverance, I managed to finally sink deep inside of her. I swear that to this day, I have never felt anything quite as t...ght around my dick. He pussy was tighter than any other girls I had been in and even tighter than Cindys ass. She looked up at me and asked if I liked feeling that tight pussy? Oh hell yeah. It was incredible. I would like to say I lasted for hours, but that would be a lie. A few minutes of stroking in and out of her were more than I could. Slowly I drew myself back till only my cock head had her stretched open. She sighs. In one long stroke I buried myself completely again. She winces, sucking in a breath through her clenched teeth and then let out a tense groan. I retreated again and pushed forward again, slowly gaining speed. Her discomfort grew with the speed, and then begins to fade as my balls slap against her pussy faster and faster. " Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck! Please! Fuck! Don't stop! OooOoooOoohhHhhh! Her pain disappearing as. I told him that you would be glad to let him stay here at the apartment while he is here. Just make him comfortable. The couch in the living room is a hide-a-bed. He’ll be good company while I am gone.” I thought back about our wedding day and how he had taken me into a back room and made me suck him off and how even though it was not consensual, I had enjoyed it and how my pussy had gotten soaking wet as it happened.I drove Tim to the airport and waived as his plane took off. By the time. Your typical “girl next door” type. Nothing fancy, no peroxide blonde stunning hair, nor dark jet black, a lovely shade of natural brown. Wearing normal clothes out in the street, she would be the lady next to you on the train, the bus, the tube, the pleasant lady in a bar, at a coffee stand, in your office, or your workplace, who you would say hi too, exchange pleasantries and she would smile and be polite. We all have a Kirsty, all around us every day. So, how do you spot her, how do you.