The chief jerk tormenting poor Hassam was Wally Fuller, or WalMart as he was known because of his size. Six-foot-two, 220 lbs., he was easily the most...formidable-looking student at Brooksville High, but fortunately, not the brightest. This day he was in his usual uniform of short, blond hair, blue jeans, Nikes and a red-and-black varsity jacket.The group of football players were having so much fun they hardly noticed our arrival."Say, Fuller," I said, as I stood about five feet away from him.. It time, I think to start pushing her a bit more.I have this regular monthly card game with four or five of my mates, the next one was set for the following weekend. I volunteered Jan to my mates as our hostess for the evening. When I told her, she was at first very shy about it, but despite this I set about finding something for her to wear for the evening. I want her dressed up nice and sexily, but I don't want to scare her too much at the first hurdle. In the end she modifies an old dress by. She was wearing a billowy, white blouse that exposed her shoulders, cut low enough to put her cleavage on display. She wore a black corset over the top of it that helped to push up her bust, the laces pulled taut to accentuate her hourglass figure, a flowing gown trailing on the ground behind her.This wasn’t the attire of a farm girl, she looked more like the wife of an influential Lord, or some kind of expensive courtesan. He understood now what she had meant when she had told him that she had. Not about Bev, not about the tow truck that was on the way and not about the cars driving by. I was in heaven with my cock being enveloped in her warm moist womanhood, and I he wasn't going to stop enjoying myself anytime soon. The mysterious woman tenderly ran her hands over my face and then pulled on the back of my neck, encouraging me to sit up. Following her guidance, I pulled her legs wide as I sat up on the hood of my car, all the time still keeping my cock buried deep inside her.Our.