Maq, I hope you realize how much I trust you when I say: I imagined that they were wet from a man's sperm and then I imagined that they were wet from ...here I'd pressed them into the pussy of Chloe Spencer. I don't even know if such a thing could be done in real life, but it could in my head.Speaking of pussy. Mine was tingling. I was pressing my legs together, stimulating myself with the pressure.Then, keeping with the theme of being wild, I spread my legs. I could feel that I was wet. I was. Almost pleading as her pussy responds to a man. Needing man now. Wanting man so bad.I slow my thrusts. She is so beautiful. She looks so good. My cock moving in and out of her. Pausing to fuck just her pussy lips then pushing in deep to give her all of me. I wonder how she feels about anal. Too bad if she does not like it. I am going to give it to her anyway.I take my cock out, she whimpers and moans then gasps as I push it into her ass. She grips the water faucet with both hands and pushes up. But when?Then I noticed the note. It said that he had to go to Boston for a job interview this weekend. He was taking the train and he wanted me to go along. Along with the note was a ticket. He wanted me to wear this under my clothes, but the only catch was that we couldn't be seen together. We could ride in the same car, but not sit together as he was afraid of being seen. But once we were Boston, we were free.I smiled and was thrilled. I would cancel all appointments on Friday and spend the. I had deep bruises and long cuts pretty near from belly button to nose including one on my cheek that the woman of the family put a couple of stitches in. I rather not describe what my privates looked like or how they felt. I could not get it up no matter what I tried.I made my aching way through small settlements and smaller crossroads called, among the ones that I do remember, Brandon's Camp, Cedar Springs, Wood's Fort, Canebreak, Seneca and Hammond's Store. Then I came to Ninety-Six, which.