I put on the condom that I had been carrying in my wallet for the last year and pushed at her opening. She was tight and dry and we had a hard time g...tting me into her. We never noticed or thought of the reason why there was a jar of vasoline on the nightstand. Finally I got my cock into my first pussy. About a minute later I blew my load and pulled out after painfully (for her) popping her cherry. We looked down and because of the hard time of me pushing into her dry pussy, I had ripped. The thought of fucking her stepdad had been a fantasy of hers for years and it would certainly be more fun to fuck her way out of trouble than to deal with a punishment.“Not anyone,” she said softly as she took a couple steps closer to him. “I just want to have some fun,” she answered with a small smile.“And are these boys, fun?” he asked, with contempt in his voice.“No, Daddy,” she said as she continued to get closer. “Boys aren’t any fun,” she said softly and taking a deep breath so that her. Mark, a friend of my husband had caught me. He had pictures of me on my knees sucking a young black man. I had gone to a local skate park to watch the boys. I had done this many times before and I suspected the boys knew why I was there. It wasn't long before a young black man had walked up to my car. He confidently put both hands on my open window and leaned in closely. He could clearly see my short tennis outfit, the skirt pulled up to just below my moist pussy lips, and my red high heels.. I actually think she KNEW what she was doing and was playing with me, a conclusion I soon found to be correct! We passed through the next station and even more people crammed into our carriage from behind us until it was nigh on impossible for me to avoid being pressed hard against her from behind. If you've ever travelled under these conditions on the London Underground, you'll know just how intimate this can become with the sway and rocking of the carriage and you make a point of trying not.