Do not want to appreciate myself. I occasionally read stories here and as per my view most of them are only fantasy. I might be wrong. Today I thought...about sharing my true incidence with you all. I am writing to make new friends. Hope you will enjoy it and will share your views and hopefully we will be become friends.I was working in Bangalore, when this incidence happened. I have now left job and is now setting up my own business. I went to Bangalore due to one of my good friend. He is elder. Emma leans forward, placing her hands on the tree. Like the slut she is, she opens her legs slightly. I lift her woolen dress up a little. I was right, she has no knickers on at all. My hand comes down on her as I spank her. Again she squeals; though for Emma this is probably a pleasure squeal and not associated with the pain. The rain increases slightly and I can see splashes of water burst from her arse as my hand contacts her. Water is dribbling over her backside and down between her legs.. Julie was extremely pleased that she had taken the boy’s attention away from the vicious whipping on the screen. Such painful torture really upset her and she didn’t want that to ever happen to her!She wanted this to happen to her!Her own hands teasing her own nipples! And Billy, forcing her hands away, taking her tits in his hands and mashing and crushing them into mounds of aching lust!But Billy was simply watching!Damn you! Julie cried in her mind. Damn you, Billy! Take me! Make me! Force. Riverdale won the last game of the season and after a loud celebration Tommy went to a party at Jona’s home and woke up Saturday morning on a couch in her basement. His cock was rigid, hard as stone, and he could not remember much of the previous evening except that he knew from the taste in his mouth that he had been drinking beer and smoking something that wasn’t tobacco.The boy stumbled to his feet, squinted against the early morning sun of mid-November, and climbed up to the home’s main.