“Straddle me.,” he said, tugging at my arm. I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to obey him. I got up and put my knees on his thighs on the c...uch cushion facing him. Then I lowered myself into his lap, and we started kissing. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I could feel his erection through his pants poking against the crotch of my panty. I shifted slightly to avoid that direct contact but it was still rubbing against my thighs. I moved a little more until my crotch was resting on his. Brad soon realized he had spent the last 45 minutes trying onclothes to no avail and shook his head.Finally there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He found a sundressSara had never worn because it was "too big on her." That might meannot revealing enough, but whatever the case it felt comfortable onBrad. It was a tasteful paisley print sleeveless with straps. Yes therewas some cleavage but this was by far the least he'd yet come across.The hem fell to mid to lower thigh. Pleased with. The pain this time erupts in my asshole as I feel something trying to enter that smaller hole. Nothing has ever gone in that back; door not even my own tiny finger and the feeling of this invasion blankets me with fear and of course pain. I feel as though my anal passage will split open as whatever is being pushed inside of me relentlessly fills my anal cavity. I am in too much pain to scream and as the object settles deep in my anus and my body tries to accept the invasion I am assaulted once. His schedule doesn't always match my monthly schedule." How old is Justin?" He's twenty-six." My god, Whitney, he's almost ten years older than you." Only nine, Mr. Bailey. Does it make a difference? I mean I like older guys. It's not like we're planning on getting married. We're just having fun." How did having sex with him go from a delivery man to being worried about getting pregnant?" Oh, he asked me for a picture. I sent him a picture of me in a bikini from last summer. He liked it and.