We did it most anytime, anyplace, and everywhere. We would always try new places to make love. The kitchen table, from behind at the kitchen sink. One...of Sophie's favorites was on the washing machine while it was agitating. I had to stand on a stool just to get high enough to insert my dick, but the vibrations were awesome. Sophie's climax was pretty good too.I remember us buying a book on '101 sexual positions.' We started on page one and started having fun. You would have had to been a. The resulting jiggling flesh caused the man's dick to strain against his pants.It took all of his willpower to wrench his gaze from her bountiful body. He set down the small package he was carrying onto the counter and produced a clipboard from his bag."Sign here please" he said, pointedly not looking at the wet dream behind the counter as he handed the clipboard to her. She scribbled her signature, completely oblivious.Tifa slid the package in front of her and untied the bow. Tifa never. Then he started to move, just an inch at first, then deeper and faster until he was pounding Gwen’s body into the mattress, fucking his cock into her. It didn’t take long before Gwen was cumming again, her pussy juices flooding the bed, her legs around Franks' waist, trying to pull him in deeper.Because Frank had already cum, this time took longer, then with a groan, Frank came pumping hot cum deep into Gwen’s pussy causing her to cum again.They lay panting beside each other when she could. I started high school. My father made a dumb mistake the following year. He got caught in some immigration bullshit while traveling with my passport. The immigration bureau seized the passport and that’s when everything started to go wrong. I was stuck in America without a green card or a social security number. How in hell was I going to survive? My father told me not to worry about it, that he would support us until the situation got resolved. He was stuck in Haiti, unable to come to America.