Anyway, don’t skirt the issue. What is bothering you?”With one hand he was clutching my buttocks and with other my back. My boobs were pressing wa...mly on his hard chest and I began to melt in spite of myself.“Mom and Dad are going on a pilgrimage during the festival holidays. They plan to dump me with my Aunt who was Hitler’s teacher in previous birth. She will pulverize me with discipline and lectures and you are going happily to your village. How can I stay for one week without your tool. He sighed as he put the keys in the lock. It would be nice to be glad to be home, but Sam didn't really feel that way. There was nothing to look forward to here.He'd been depressed since well before the divorce, and though he was doing better now that he'd found a good therapist, he still was having a hard time feeling good about life. He hadn't had the energy to spend time on his hobbies, or with his friends even. It was just work, home, maybe an hour of fitful channel-surfing or Facebook. She turned back to face the table as he slid his dick into her now dripping cunt. Slowly, he inched inside her. She made little gasping noises as he went deeper and deeper. She was speaking in her native tongue under her breath, and her finger continued its buzzing on her clit.Steve pushed deeper until his entire cock was inside her tight, wet cunt. He held that position for a moment, savoring the tight wetness that surrounded his cock. "Oh, fuck yeah, you have one tight little pussy, miss,". Her young virgin labia. She makes a final plea against violation to him with her big Bambi eyes. He ignores her and shoves his cock in. The first thrust does not break her hymen but the second one does and she screams, long and loud but there is no one to hear her. He is inside of her like no one else has ever been before and she cannot help her body’s convulsions against him. She writhes, still held down by the hand pinning her breasts, impaled on his long cock. He grunts with every stroke.