Almost without noticing how it happens, we trade places, and I toss out the melodies while she harmonizes.At some point, I become aware of the details...of her room. Aware of the framed photos of handsome boys–prom dates perhaps–and smiling parents posed in a suburban living room. Aware of the girl-things scattered about with abandon–cotton panties, a sheer bra, fluffy pink bunny slippers, a tortoise shell cosmetics compact, and white plastic disk of birth control pills.Something about the sum of. I met her on my way back and we made our way to the register with her arms full of shirts and shorts, as I looked at the shorts she told me she decided to get some the same size as the ones she was wearing. As we laid our things on the counter she told me I got the wrong size panties (I intentionally bought them a size smaller than normal). I told her the others looked too big, if they were too small we could get some more. She said the others were kind of loose she would try them.With our. Her scream was like a siren and her cheeks werewet with tears. Oh my God! Did I do something to her? Did I step onher foot?My first inclination was to move away from her so that I wouldn't beblamed. But no! That's not right. A real woman would never do that,especially one who had a mother's instinct. But I didn't have amother's instinct. I was just pretending to be motherly and womanly.Mr. Edwards was twenty or so odd feet away and I was right next to her. Why was she screaming,. I began ranting and raving as he fucked me brutally. I begged him to fuck me harder and I screamed in pleasure with every violent stroke. I probably came a dozen times before I felt him tense up and cum in my pussy.We stayed locked together for a long time before he finally pulled his cock out of me. I was still breathing hard and still kind of hazy when I felt another cock begin to enter me. I looked back to see that Paul couldn’t wait until we got home. I felt his big fat cock entering me and.