“Ah, don’t stop,” I urged him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. That’s so fucking good, oh fuck yes, so good.”Inevitably, this first fuck wasn�...�t going to last that long. He began to thrust harder and faster as his climax approached. I was rocking about on the couch, my little tits bouncing up and down, our bodies glistening with sweat.“Oh Annie, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” he cried. With one final thrust, he pinned me to the couchette as he climaxed, crying out as he filled the condom with. She was proud of her breasts... lush and soft, yet still firm... she could feel her nipples harden... closed her eyes for a moment and began stroking her sides. It was like nobody existed except for her. She felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. Could the auctioneer standing next to her smell her need, she wondered, getting even hornier at that thought."What am I bid for this exquisite creature?," the auctioneer asked, and the bidding began. Voices called out in response to the. He watched the children in the water. He could tell that the boy was just starting to grow into himself. During the next year he would grow quickly. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes, like his mother. He was gangly, but Tom suspected that he would be tall and rather broad of shoulder. He was at the awkward stage where his body was starting to change and he wasn't used to the changes. It made him trip over his feet, and misjudge things a lot. Tom smiled as he remembered himself at that. Later I found that she is married and having a kid. She also used to look at my eyes whenever I see her. Our exchange of sights went on and one day when I was parking my bike at the apartments, she was also trying to park her scooty. Suddenly she slipped and was about to fall. I quickly held her scooty and she regained her balance.Then I helped her to put the main stand for her scooty. She said, thanks and moved. From then, we used to smile at each other. To see her, I often came out of my flat.