She hadn’t even budged, even after all of my weight came crashing down on her. She was a true brick house. My body was panicking while my face was t...apped between her breasts. The fabric was starting to suffocate me. I felt her hands grab my hair gently and pull me out. I realized on my way out that both of my hands were kneading her breasts the whole time. ‘Sweetie, are you ok?’ she asked. ‘Buhh, yeah. Ugh, how embarrassing.’ ‘Oh don’t be. You’re such a fragile little thing! You need your. He was reminiscing about a love affair, no gender specified. At first nostalgic, with Jordan rising from the chair and dancing with an invisible partner, it swiftly became bitter, his movement changing from smooth and flowing to abrupt and violent, and his singing was almost operatic in its emotionality. The relationship had ended badly, and Jordan's character had more than a broken heart; it had been torn out and trampled on. Then the song changed, softly sliding into hope as Jordan returned. I did.She drove to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on.She stopped me. "Get out of the car." "I'm not dressed." Shereached over and pushed me out, I was to scared to fight. Onceout of her car I stood there, she had stopped under a streetlight, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house. On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Joan,read me, it said in large red letters. I opened it and gasped. Itcontained a blank diary, but also about twenty pictures taken. By kissing her he asked “you had coffee today ”mom” ys “Suresh ” your mouth is little bitter honey drink little medium coffee…..lol”then he pressed her boobs hard and said ” from today this body will be for commercial use….lol”then he took one of her leg up in his hand and put his cock inside and start to fuck .He was enjoying his fuck , slow and study he was fucking her, his full cock was hitting her pussy till bottom, while he was doing he kissed her and smooching her lips and pressing her.