My cock lined up and she lifted her hips more and took in the first third of me.“Hold still, Jack, let me do it,” She started an erotic fucking on...my dick and slowly took all of me inside her precious cunt. Every movement was pure pleasure. I struggled to hold still as I could have plunged into her wet folds so easily. I was rapidly losing any control I had earlier, my body shook with the overwhelming torturous pleasure.Pulling my face to hers, Vickie continued a slow fucking motion on my dick. He was thirty eight and while his midsection had thickened with age and his love of rich food and booze, he was not obese. He had brown hair beneath his wig, blue eyes, and tanned, lined skin that showed the effects of many years in the British Army. He was arrogant, like most British officers, but he was not rude, nor was he mean or cruel as many of the others were. In fact, as she had seen, he could be quite charming, and even considerate when he so desired. All of that made what she was. He walked over and picked it up.On the front read Reality Note. He opened it up as the bus left and saw righting on the front.This is the Reality Note. The first one that makes contact with this Note book Is the only one that can write inside it. Here are the rulesThe first one to come into contact with it is the only one to write in it in less the said person allows it.After finishing writing what you want to happen draw a line through it to happen. The text will then disappear.3.Of you wish. As usual, she dressed to match her personality. She wore designer jean shorts, with a bright striped shirt and purple tights. She was the antithesis of her pal DJ, who already looked like a young hot coed, even though she was a junior in high school. DJ's body had really developed well, especially in the chest. She was wearing a plaid skirt, tan blouse, and black striped knee high socks. Her boyfriend Steve was not very excited to be stuck with Kimmie and Stephanie, but he was so sprung on DJ.