It had been the first orgasm she'd experienced except by her own hand since fourteen. It was certainly by far the most powerful.As her mind cleared it...turned more and more to how it had happened. How had she let that... that... that animal turn her body into his own personal plaything? The kind of man that attracted her was smaller, handsomer, well... prettier, she thought. She'd never liked the rough tough jock type.How was it then that her body had responded to him as it had? She blushed as. I felt you smile as you watched me squirm around, trying not to squish your head in between my legs. My eyes were rolling back, my back was arched then you stopped. Kissing your way up my body, you laid beside me. Our lips met with such passion, I pulled you close to me, wanting you right then. One hand rested on my face as we kissed, moving it down to my boob rubbing it gently then a bit rougher. We both moaned; I could feel your cock press against my leg. I couldn’t stand the tension. The pleasurable odor of musk smell filled the room. Answering nature's call, I left the girls alone for a few minutes only to return to a very pleasurable sight. Red was on her back with her legs spread wide while Maple was pussy to pussy with her holding her legs in scissor fashion. I was mesmerized by the rhythm of the two girls as they rubbed their pussies together, back and forth. Soon the moaning started and I knew that was my cue to enter the picture. I climbed on the bed in front of. Though saddle-weary and crotch-sore from leading the hunting posse throughout the night, the big barrel-chested, red-faced man found a ready smile for the daughter of the valley's wealthiest and most influential man, Aaron Newell.The attractive auburn-haired bachelorette with the ravishing green eyes neither smiled nor waited to be invited inside the big man's modest, Cypress Street home, but merely brushed past him into the living room once the door was opened. She felt no obligation toward.