" He tangled one hand in her hair and kissed her again, harder and faster. This, he thought, was a much better end to the day than he'd had planned. R...an didn't say anything, just tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and put her hands underneath to begin working it off. Brody hissed out a breath as her hands moved over him; he loved the feel of her hands. He'd imagined they were strong and nimble, having seen her play the guitar, and he was right. She worked his shirt up and he. A short, but definitely awkward silence followed. Finally Donna managed a crisp: "Mr. Murdock." Then, swinging around, her eyes challenging Sheri's, she asked: "Where's Kevin?" He met another boy," Sheri answered, "who's staying at the hotel and they've gone over to the Camp Curry ice skating rink with the boy's family. He said not to worry, they invited him to dinner, and not to expect him back until nine."Donna was too stunned to think clearly, but sober enough to wonder what was happening to. He smacked me across the face, jerking my nipples. He turned on the dildo, an asked me again to say it.I whimpered the words around my gag, hating myself for saying it. My pussy was wet by now, my juices running down to my asshole providing the only lubrication I would get. He positioned the head of his dick next to my asshole, and pushed the whole thing in, despite my screams. He turned up the dildo, and then started pounding into my ass. Each thrust causing me pain and pleasure. My breasts. . cock!"Her cooch was hot and tight, and the little slut wiggled her ass back into me. I gripped her tit, slamming into her over and over like a rod pistoning a car's engine. I loved fucking teens and their tight cunts. Hell, I loved fucking more mature beauties, too. There ain't a cooch I wouldn't fuck if the owner looked even half-way decent."You love my pecker fuckin' your tight cooch?" Yes!" she moaned. "Harder, Mr. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!"Her bed creaked as.