My advice is to never turn your back on a cunt because shell just stab you in the back. Ever wonder if serial killers are born or nurtured? Ive though... about it and for sure I am what I am just because, but its been helped along by a series of cunt sluts all of my life, starting with my mother who dumped me right after birth. At least my dad made sure I had nannies and I actually learned a lot from him about how to treat sluts, but more about that later. I think I may have worshipped my first. It was bigger than Patrick's cock, much bigger and I felt a slight twinge of fear but that only served to make me feel more sexy. He stroked his big cock up and down my pussy lips, each time going further between them. As I felt it stroke my clit I just couldn't hold back from another climax. 'Aaaaaagggghhhhh!!!!! Yesssss!!!!!' He kept stroking it up and down as I came back to reality. Patrick was saying 'Let him put it inside you. You'd like that big cock in your cunt, wouldn't you?'I felt my. The turmoil at JFK the first taste of things to come, with immigration and customs officials doing their utmost to make me feel thoroughly unwelcome. I spent an inordinate time of shuffling this way or that in a seemingly endless queue of smelly unwashed people, to answer asinine questions about the purpose of my visit, my suspicious lack of luggage, lack of cell phone, lack of credit cards."What kind of cards are these?" I beg your pardon?" How much can you charge against them?" Oh, I. I went along with it. I was twenty by then but was in a haze and I didn't realize what was happening until he stuck his cock inside me. I was so out of it with just drinking alcohol. I knew I liked a cock in me but I was scared at the same time. I hardly knew this man and was in his house. What was Jeff going to say if he knew or if Ben's wife caught us?Ben acted like he was in charge of everything and all he wanted was me. I had a nice orgasm. So did Ben. When he finished in me, I put my.