I shuddered."Thank God you didn't swap tickets with the real Eva Schumacher whenyou took her handbag," said Helmut after they had gone. "I don't knowh...w we would have explained Paula Grunwald having one from further upthe line when she supposedly boarded the train here." Yes, that was still in my jacket pocket," I said. "I threw bothtickets away weeks ago."Since Helmut believed I was already on the train before the real Evaboarded it I couldn't let him know I had had no ticket because I. "UUHH, OH FUCK," I grunted as I felt every inch of his flesh as he withdrew until just the head was captured by my inner pussy lips. "FUCK ME BOSS," I cried as he gripped my hips and held me steady so he could hammer his cock back into my cunt, "FUCK ME. HARD!"He did exactly that continuously his stomach creating an irresistible rhythm as it slapped against the fleshy cheeks of my arse. Oh God, if you're a woman and you are reading this and have a naturally slutty nature like I do then you'll. It was an experience and a moment in time I'll never forget. I was young and I was always horny.It was a warm Monday afternoon in late June, and everybody in the sixth form was already looking forward to school ending and that last real summer holiday before everyone went their own way, either to uni, working or just bumming around.As I stepped onto the school bus that took some of us k**s back to the outlying villages, I saw her sitting towards the back. Her name was Kathy and we had been. Her father was employed as a flooring installing pulling a salary in the low 40s most years, adjusted for inflation. Alia was Armand back then - the oldest of the three c***dren of Leon and Emma Harrell. They had all of their needs met, but there were plenty of occasions were the answering machine was filled with messages from bill collectors. It had worried the precocious effeminate boy.Her parents were smart and hard workers. Alia’s family never experienced some issues that many of their.