But After 2 month she told me that she want to meet me i told i can’t come there due to bro if he she me it will be trouble for me then she told she...is coming to my city i was so happy that she is going to come next day..I waked up early and get ready for her because i wont wakeup early in morning and i was waiting for 9 am and she will come i taken my bike and gone to bus station to pick her and she came out of bus, she was looking like a sex goddess, we have hugged there and we moved on my. She stood up and as he walked towards her as he reached her he pushed her back against the wall, not saying a word he crushed his lips on hers and before she could protest his hand pushed up her skirt his fingers pulling her panties to one side, and he rubbed her clit, she moaned a slight protest, but he kept on he pushed his finger inside her, feeling her wetness he pulled them out and then pushed her over the lounger she tried to protest again but he pulled up her skirt ripped off her panties. I loved watching those movies. Porn has become a huge addiction of mine.The movies I loved the most were of young guys fucking older women, that's when I became addicted to fantasizing about older white women. I just loved that motherly look about them. I would fantasize about all my teachers, no matter what they looked like, tall, short, fat, skinny, it didn't matter. I just wanted some older white pussy like I'd seen in my dad's porno videos.My best friend in school was a guy named Brad. His. . uh . . .” “Your reactions and . . . everything were just too . . . stimulating.” I grinned at her again. “I feel a bit bad about that, it's like I had all the fun.” she pouted. “We'll have chances to correct that,” I told her. I folded her into my arms, and just held her. A few moments later her breathing steadied and slowed. She was asleep. We lay together like that for about twenty minutes before I realized my arm had fallen asleep. I carefully flexed my arm trying to restore.