Both strong callused reached up and firmly grabbed an ass check and started to massage them. Pushing down, pulling outward, then pressing each one tog...ther, made her moan softly into his lips. His index fingers pressed against the tiny brown circle, help tightly closed. Growing beneath her she reached down and repositioned his manhood, so her damp pussy could slip across the hid of his cock, in rhythm with her ass massage. A deep manly moan, “oh mom,” echoed off the bedroom walls, as he lifted. I enjoyed the way he threw me around and fucked me roughly. He didn't love me, this seemed obvious to me. But of course, I loved him. The first time we met, we were considered a couple. We would buy dinner and chat for a while, to get to know each other. Although on my part I considered it as the two of us getting to know each other, he considered it as luring me into his strong but abusive arms. His warm touch was so new to me the first time we fucked. Of course it was fucking; we never made. I laughed thinking about the Boston Traffic Department opening up the meter expecting quarters only to find brass colored Chucky Cheese tokens. They must have been looking for me for years because I used them for years saving myself thousands of dollars in parking fees. Yes, thousands of dollars. You figure 40 hours a week parking at a buck an hour multiplied by five days a week, 52 weeks a year and 10 years parking on that street, less, of course, the $1.00 a day that it cost me in Chuck. As they yakked I was busy wondering who the silly slut might be as I rubbed my gorgeous, pleasuredomes of squidgyness across the rough wooden surface, my pert pokies sensitive to every grainy imperfection and my sodden-cuntedness giving pleasing squirts of pleasure at every arboreal caress. So it came as a complete shock when a firm palm swatted my yummily displayed and wiggling botty, and not just once but again and again and again. And then there was more than one palm, and possibly a.