*I stood in my bedroom, in front of my long mirror staring at myself. I let go of the towel wrapped around me. It silently fell to my feet, exposing m... glistening naked body. My eyes panned over my thighs, up to my clean pussy and then up to my breasts.My pussy was throbbing and wet. I sat down in front of my mirror and spread open my legs. I stared at my pussy. It was nicely shaved, pink and dripping with juices. I slowly rubbed two of my fingers up and down my slit, and grabbed onto one of my. It was a searing pain being stretched so violently like that but I hung on.He never paused,just buried himself balls deep, I let out a muffled cry.I could hear him panting back there as he held himself in place.I could see his face in the reflection of the T.V., he was back in his special place mentally.Head back, eyes closed he moved his hands to grip my hips and began.A slow but grinding motion, I could tell this was gonna be a good one.Part of me wanted to be the one he was fucking, not the. But being very disciplined, he managed to keep in control. Yes, his limp dick got a little bigger as the bloodflow increased but by distracting himself he found a way to control it somehow. After 4 minutes, Carol said: "Well Jenny, you disappoint me a little. You can't even get your Captain to get horny for you. What kind of a whore are you? Try harder, or in 3 minutes you will become the first dead hostage of this hijacking." Then Carol turned to Sandy and said: "And what about you? Don't you. The surprise was having Mrs. Palmer ask me about it, and then wink at me when I finished telling her. The surprise was having Mr. Carruthers not only mention it but use my fastball, or his scientific description of it, to illustrate one of the principles of physics that he wanted us to apply to our research. Carruthers was a very good teacher, but he hadn't really struck me as one of the guys who like sports. He struck me as more like, well, me, from back in the ninth grade. But before his.