I was so easily entertained back then. The family was moving to the other side of the country and were selling a lot of stuff. As I walked around I sa... an older boy was checking me out huge. That made me nervous and tired to avoid eye contact as I walked around. When I got to the back of the driveway by the book boxes he came up beside me and said “Hi... See anything you like?”I looked up at him and blushed. He was handsome and I thought his smile was so cute. “Um, I don't know... I'm just. And she seemed to radiate in his attention. Most women didn't like being stared at, at least not the way Will did it. He'd never mastered the art of the brief friendly appraisal or the sly appreciative glance. Maybe because he spent so little time with people and so much time with objects. Maybe because most of the time that he was around people was in the safety of Dream, intimitely disconnected.But the more he looked at her, the more she seemed to glow. And that was a problem. Women like. Until she took those tired muscles and grasp his cock from within. wincing as he looked into those devilish eyes gleaming into his. He tried to pull out of her, but realized she still had her legs wrapped around him, looking at her, grinning at him, he just laid back against her. She relaxed and let her legs drop. Phil, ask her, ‘Love, may I lay next to thee?’ she squeezed him again tightly, giggled and said ‘oh yes definitely’ she smiled and they rolled over. Phil lay there as Suz snuggled. “I own you,” he yelled, pressing his cock harder against my pussy, moving it up and down then started slapping my clit with his hard cock like it was a whip, driving me insane. “Yes! Yes! I’m yours. I’m yours Peter,” I shouted at him, hearing words I never thought I’d say to a man. “You’re my slave!” he yelled. “Tell me you’re my slave.” “Yes! I’m your slave,” I screamed, “Now fuck me! Fuck me!” He then thrust his cock hard into my pussy, pulled out and rammed me harder again and again and.