For starters I think about when we first met, all the time. As I said, every time I go past the bench I was sitting at the first time we met I think a...out you and smile. I think about how nervous I was on the ride to your place. I think about everything you taught me, and often make up scenes in my head.I think about the day you introduced me to age play, how you bought special made baby clothes to fit me and I never even got to use them. You wonder what I dream about as well. I dream about. N.i.m.a.l as I start pulling my cock back out of you, with your pussy being so tight you can see it gripping my cock. Your cunt has already started becoming wet even though your being r.a.p.e.d and the blood from me taking your virginity all acts as great lube to help me slam my cock right back inside of your sweet tender pussy. I grip your hips and relentlessly fuck this poor little slut, telling her she should regret looking so fucking sexy and that she deserves this. I can't help but lean. I had taken to having my pubic hair trimmed and waxed ever since I discovered my first gray hair amid my dark thatch. Steve raised a foot and ran his tongue from the inside of my ankle slowly meandering a path up the inside of my thigh. He could clearly see that my pussy lips were parted, distended and glistening.He allowed my leg to fall over his shoulder as he began to lick my clitoris, slowly at first and then nibbling at it with his teeth. I groaned heavily as I then felt his fingers work. I thought they were going to kill me." Why didn't you try to leave?" I was trying to do something that would make me forget about you," Laura confessed.Rina shook her head. "I'll bet that'd make you forget about anything." Actually, I was so sore that I didn't think about you for a few hours. But then it came back."Her eyes pleaded with Rina. Kiss me. Stick your tongue in my mouth. Let me undress you, let me fuck you. Please."My poor Laura," Rina said softly, her tone of voice making Laura.