“Just what do you have in mind, Matt?” asked Clara nervously.Saying nothing, I stepped toward her and knelt down on the chair between her knees. I...put one hand on her hip, the other at the top of her bent leg, and started pulling her toward me, raising her incredible butt up onto my thighs. “Wait just a minute,” Clara said, squirming. “You can’t be serious…”“Do I look like I’m joking?” I asked. “Are you ready to put your money where your big mouth is? Or should I put my cock there?”“Ew!” Clara. I am the second top writer of sex in here and I masturbate, like I am doing now, every time I recall past events, letting dirty old men have their wicked ways with my young body, the most memorable, being the day I had to bite hard onto my dirty knickers, the first old man cleaned his sperm with them, while his partner fucked my virgin ass, without cream, it hurt but only lasted as long as it took him to get in.I love the Summer and the beach, I go nude and entice men to have me, or to wank for. Then he pushed up, his hands tightening on my breasts. Somehow it felt wildly erotic to have so much of his weight pressing against my small breasts, knowing they were holding him up. Down and up, in and out, he pumped. He moved faster and faster. Pinned by his weight on my breasts, I could still arch up to him, meeting each down thrust with a push of my own. The silence was shattered by both of our moans, growing louder and louder with each thrust of his cock in my pussy, with each slamming up. Marjorie wished she hadn’t put on a bra but it seemed like the thing to do for a church activity. On the other hand, Yolanda’s small breasts were breathing very well under her cotton blouse and didn’t attact any raised highbrows. The event dragged on a bit but when the c***dren began to misbehave and the men found a reason to return home, the pastry sale came to an end.Marjorie stayed to clean up and was happy to hear Yolanda offer her help. The older women protested a little when Marjorie told.