’ Bonnie went home and wrote out a quick note to her parents indicating that she would be out until the next day. Not that they would really give a ...hit. She wasn’t a kid anymore. She wiggled her fine young hips into an excruciatingly tight pair of designer jeans and a white shirt that she had once purchased for some silly party at college. It wasn’t pure country but the embroidery made it as close as she was going to get. She actually owned western style boots which she’d bought on a hoot at. My tool was erected and decided to drop down to my friend’s room to make him (tool) happy. I knocked the door, was opened by rosy, she had a smile on her face. When I asked about my friend, “Esther di?” (Where is Esther?)She said, “Thokhiye, horen nungdang wairam hallakani.” (She is out, she will be back by evening)My mood was spoiled, so I was little disappointed. I said fine, I will catch her in the evening. Rosy, requested me to sit with her for a short while, as she was also alone. I agreed. He hadn’t gone completely soft and was still inside me. He got hard, I hid my face and the two of them had a conversation about me like I wasn’t there. At a point he grabbed my hips and tried moving me on him. I didn’t know what to do so I did nothing. My friend tried to reassure me everything was ok and to just go along with things.The other man touched me. Lightly. My shoulders at first and then my back. Eventually, he touched my ass and then worked his way up to the sides of my breasts. I. I almost screamed out with desire as he entered me. I felt impaled up against the wall and orgasmed again strongly. I urged him on as he half carried half dragged me tothe bed. As we fell to the mattress, him still firmly implanted in me, I wrapping my legs behind his back and his balls slapped against my ass as he began to thrust madly away. He mouthed obscenities at me as theexcitement mounted, telling me I was a dirty whore, that I had a well-used cunt. This talk spurred me on, when the man.