The boy presses the head at her rear entrance. She remembers when he first took her this way. Her head drops back down and she exhales when he slips t...rough her tight ring.When a moan escapes her lips, he pushes a little more, feeding more of himself into her. Halfway in, he reaches down and pulls her cheeks apart further and looks down to see her rosebud hugging tightly to him. He thrusts his hips forward a little more, burying a little more into her. Rory reaches back between her legs to rub. She had curves, lots of them. I’d watched a porno with a girl who looked just like her, but wasn’t. Shot two loads as she bounced that great ebony ass on the dick of the stud she was fucking. I jerked off a lot since my retirement and subsequent divorce. Her hair was always short, and I’d seen her in a wig once or twice. I remember seeing her grandma’s pic from the 60s, Afro, and bell bottoms going to a protest. She looked just like her grandma. I had never met her real mom, and her step-mom. “Hasad had a family emergency and asked me to take over for him. You need equipment and we must hurry. It gets dark early and I do not wish to be on the road after sundown. This is not safe country.”“What do you mean?” Maddie asked.“The PKK, Kurdish resistance, has been pushing west from its normal territory,” the driver answered. “It is safer not to be on the roads after dark.” Relieved that the driver seemed to be taking their safety seriously, Keith held out his hand.“I’m Keith Drucker,” he. When the music stopped and the house lights came up, the couple regarded each other awkwardly. Guests were saying their goodbyes and slowly making their way to the exits. “Roger,” Karen broke the silence. “I need to freshen up a bit. Now, don’t run off on me!” Watching her head toward the ladies room, Roger had a moment of pure inspiration. *** A bottle of champagne was chilling in the ice bucket next to the bed in Roger’s hotel room. The lights were low and soft music purred from the.