His rigid member slid inside me, parting the walls of my heated vagina until he was completely in, his testicles nestled against my ass. I could feel ...y pussy clutching and grasping at his rod, the pleasure washing over me.In the position we were in it was hard to get any kind of movement going without slipping and getting hurt. I raised my other leg and wrapped it around him and lifted myself off the floor. Tim leaned in, pushing my back against the wall and began thrusting himself in and out. ." Well even if it doesn't, what have I got to lose?" Well it depends what it would do to you emotionally, if you would feel ... bad about yourself in any way afterwards." I shook my head, "no I know I can handle it." I thought back to last week, when I had three lads at once. Hurriedly I changed the subject as I knew I was wrong in what I did that afternoon, taking on three strangers in a park, but I didn't want my parents to worry, or disapprove. "But," I said slowly, "for it to work I would. They would have little red hair kids with Steven’s eyes. She cried. She would never face him again. She couldn’t. Not after what she felt in her heart. He was her soul mate. She couldn’t move on without him. She need to cut him out of her life. Faith drove into her parking lot. She sat in her car, crying that she knew Steven was gay and he wouldn’t ever pick her. She need to find some way to get this emotion out. Stupid Jimmy, he made this happen. He destroy her Steven. It was his fault and he. Her silk robe had parted around her generous bosom, and her breasts had fallen (been removed?) from the cups of her brassiere, her pink nipples exposed to the firelight. A wayward expanse of thigh, coated in a mist of thin nylon, made its way out the slit in her robe, and the high-heeled slipper at the end of the limb implied she had been going for the Victoria's Secret Catalog look instead of the comfy-toes-during-a-run-downstairs-for-coffee style. Not that Nick had to think too hard about her.