How could I control him when I couldn’t control my own body?“Did he do it mom? Did Uncle Rick fuck you? You guys couldn’t help it, could you? ...You both were too hot to stop, he thrust it in you and came, didn’t he. And you came too, you both came together, creaming and squirting and . . . “ Luck was on my side, as Jeff hunched and humped he changed angles, slid up the alley of my ass crack. Then he drew back too far, so that when he thrust again he buried his throbbing dick between my. A mass of fluffy blonde hair framed her pretty face. She had nice-sized breasts, but her ass was, he thought, her best feature. The tight uniforms she wore left no doubt as to its perfect shape. Bill, always an ass man, thought Cindy’s bottom was mouth-watering. The more he looked at the waitress, the better she looked, and the more he thought about what it would be like to go to bed with her. ‘You sure you don’t want to talk about it?’ he asked. ‘It…it won’t do any good,’ Cindy replied. She. Her bush was as soft as anything I had ever felt. In my inexperience I really didn't have much idea what to do, so I gently rubbed her crotch for a bit.She seemed to like it, because she began to squirm and say things like "Oh yes, I like that!"I parted her bush and felt the wetness of her cunt. I was amazed at the complexity of her slit, the many folds of flesh hidden beneath her dark hair. As I nibbled on her ear she guided me to the places that pleasured her most. My fingers slid up and down. ‘Mmm, yes,’ I reply: ‘I hope you don’t mind?’‘Well ...’ your tone is rather dubious; ‘I don’t know ... I really shouldn’t, you might not like ... you might not be ready to ... perhaps, err ...’ and you trail off, leaving me suddenly fearful that you will balk at this fence, and I couldn’t bear that disappointment. I have been hoping and praying for a woman to seduce me for more than a year now, and I’m not letting this chance slip away. I prop myself up on the desk on my elbows, my legs.