Petra was everything she was not, pretty and brainy. Everyone liked her, all the girls wanted to be her and all the boys wanted to be with her. No one...noticed Diane even when she made the effort to talk to someone, whereas Petra, was the centre of attention. People who ought to know better seemed to think that those who self harm are simply seeking attention. No, usually they cover their mutilation, do not want to talk about it or even acknowledge it. Dan stood naked and looked at his own. I was shaking uncontrollably, and the words and sounds escaping my throat were things I had never heard before.I finally collapsed onto his chiseled chest, a shaking, sobbing mess. His hands were rubbing in ferocious circles on my back as his lips seemed to be permanently pressed to the top of my head. I can't really explain why I was crying, because I don't even know. For some reason it just seemed like the right thing to do."We don't have to do this."I looked up towards him, slowly gaining. ”I wasn’t even sure how to respond to that. Carrie, while physically sexy, seemed to lack certain mental skills of basic engagement. She gave off this stupid stilly laugh, so I just let the conversation drop and continued to enjoy the sensation of her breasts pressed against my hand.After she checked something and confirmed it needed to be replaced, we slid it back, once again Carrie pressing her big breasts against my arm and hand. The machine slipped and Carrie blurted out, “perhaps if you. I looked down over my tits and was ble to see his 10 inch cock sliding up in my pussy as I moaned. This is what you wanted isn't it? I blurted out YES. He started pumping m pussy slowly at first then faster and faster until he had me moaning and groaning and teelling me to wrap my legs around him I did as he shoved even harder and I almost screamed. OMG he was so good. He was a lot longer than my husband and he could keep a hard-on for hours and had a never ending supply of sperm. I had 3.