But, I needed them to. I needed that feeling so much."Give in, Jason. Tell him how much you want it."Robert was virtually ripping my hole apart but I ...as lost in a daze. I wanted him to push so hard."Oh, yes,..Robert..please! Please! Fuck my little pussy. Ram it in me .....Oh....yes...yes.. I can feel it...Cum for me....Cum inside me .....fill me up.....give me it all.....fuck me like a whore..yes....fuck me like the little whore that I am...." You really love cocks now, don't you Jason?" said. Great husband, loving kids, good job, nice house, & good friends. But lately the memory of my childhood has been taking over my dreams and thoughts. I came across this site by chance through a friend who is, let just say “Into tabooish things” Anyway, after reading many of the stories. I am ready to tell my story. I will try to start from my earlest memories and work up to my last memory. Please bear with me. My first memory of my childhood is etched in my mind. I was around 5 or 6, we lived in. I quickly glanced over the car wreck, looking for any sign that would give away the position of the enemy in the buildings in front of me. Nothing. I knew I had to risk it, sprint my way into the open to the wall up ahead so I had better cover, and would be better able to locate the enemy. I jumped up and ran for all I was worth. But before I could even get close to the wall I saw blood spatters in front of my eyes, my television screen filled up with a dark red as my vision shook and I saw the. She gasped, both within her fantasy and in real life, as she imagined Harper starting to go down on her, at first licking up and down the warm, wet walls of her pussy, before starting to focus more and more on her delicate clit, as if she were teasing the other teen and trying to make her beg to keep her tongue on the most sensitive part of her body."Oh, Harper! Oh yeah, your tongue feels so fucking good. Please, stay right there, right ther- ohh!" she said out loud, perhaps a little too loud..