Your hands drop between my thighs, finger tips caressing softly the pale flesh just beneath the hem of my black skirt. I can feel your mouth lift from...my breast and your gaze searches the gloom. The stranger is sat upright, his legs spread wide. A shadowed fist grips his stalk and he works himself roughly. My thighs can go no wider, and yet as I watch your thick fingers dig into the tender flesh I strive to bare my core further. Split like a ripe and succulent peach, I hover on-edge. It takes. This didn't sit well with Thomas. “So it was fine to rape my little sister, but not your own? Get over it, Ethan. Look at how good Joey and I have it now. Rape her, and she will bow to meet your every whim.” Ethan nodded his head. “You're right. How do I get her to the abandoned house, though?” Gary grinned. “Leave that to me. She likes me.” Thomas looked at Wesley and Chad. “You guys in?” he asked. “Can't,” Wesley said, “track practice.” Then Thomas turned to Ethan. “We'll get her. It reeked of him and carried his masculine, powerful essence inside - you could feel it every time you got into the car.The driver's seat had worn down over the course of the 9 years he drove the car until it fit the outline of his hard man ass perfectly. I always felt like I was sitting in his funky crotch whenever I drove his car. The upholstery was brown fabric and carried his heat and the musky man smell of him (or at least it did in my imagination). I used to have fun once in a while. I like listening to bad words from your mouth. You can say them during sex.Mom (a bit shocked): I never thought that you will like that. Next time, I will use it sure.My dick was getting hard again by the caressing and the cuddling. So, I said, “Mom, let’s have another round and she agreed. We fucked and this time, she abused me while fucking.Mom: Madarchod aur jor daal lund apna. Meri chut phaad de aaj to. (Motherfucker, increase your thrust. Tear my pussy today.)We ended up having great sex..