Her fragrance, her sounds, the feel of her as she writhed and gasped happily, were all real. The grip of her creamy pussy was real too, and soon I was...cumming euphorically with her again as she thrust up against me. I spurted deep into her amazing body, over and over, until I was spent.Sara’s energy was barely dented.“Fancy a deal?” she smiled up at me.“A deal?” I panted.“Natasha.”“Yes?” Oh My God.“If you want to pay for them, I’ll take her shopping for some new clothes over lunch,” she. I turned from a 7-year-old to a slightly more mature 11-year-old. My mom and dad were still the same, but Sherwin started to act differently. He played with me less and kept forgetting to buy me birthday presents.The morning after my eleventh birthday, I ripped the wrapping paper off a box and smiled. It was a Playstation 2! I looked around the living room and saw no one. Mom and Dad were working, and Sherwin was upstairs in his room. No one witnessed the smile I had on my face when I opened. Jerry then said that it was time for her to be put to bed, and a couple of the guys came over to help out. First, one of the grabbed the didlo and gave it a few pumps, then he forced it as far as it would go right up her back door. By then, Diane was surrounded by men. They picked her up and carried her into our bedroom. They untied her hands, then, tied her into a spread eagle position on her stomach. Once they had her all tied down, the pushed a couple of pillows under her hips which forced. Her cuntal muscles were involuntarily squeezing and releasing my cock, milking all the juice out of it. Finally, my deflated cock slipped from her hole and she flinched as the cool air touched her opening.Several minutes went by as we slowly recovered our senses."I--I've never even heard of anything that intense," she whispered. "You have a gift..." Thank you, but I'm certain that other men can..."Morgan interrupted me. "I doubt it." Then after careful consideration, she amended her statement..