Suddenly he drove forward and he was deep inside her with one powerful thrust. She felt so full. She was fuller and more aroused than she had been in ...ears. No one had ever taken Tammy quite like this before. He moved into her and took long hard strokes inside her wet and willing pussy. It was something she had never experienced. He wasn't kind or considerate. He was forceful and even brutal. He took her and used me. He ****d her and she wanted it. She needed it.Tammy was fast approaching an. Well, that evening I stayed for dinner and her parents drove me home. She rode with, of course, her folks in front talking about something (I can't remember what), and us two in the dark backseat. Now, we were both extremely horny and she was wearing a skirt, so... I slid my left hand across her bare right thigh, feeling goosebumps pop up under my fingertips as I did. She looked at me half-confused, half-begging, so I continued my hand's journey up her long, smooth thigh, the tips of my. .” She didn’t reply, just patiently waited as I fumbled for the cash, having to keep lifting the front of my sodden wank-trousers which were sagging under the weight of the cum soaked into them. I bet She smelled the stink of cum though!There were a few other occasions when the girl on the cover caused instant wetting of my pants in the shop – Miss Louise, Miss Lorna, Miss Pauline, Miss Debbie Quorel, Miss Stacey and Miss Tracy West. One that sticks out in my mind was the newsagents in north. "And I thought I was a bitch." Jamie, you're not a bitch." I said."Whatever you say, My Lord."I bit my tongue and moved on. Of course, moving on got me exactly ... no where. I should have realized sooner that something was still very wrong. When I was working on the Palm Springs case just looking at the images of those little girls had been enough for me to start making connections, yet in all the time I was with Rebecca going over images and memories of her partner I never had so much as a.