A block away from her apartment building, Joyce hears a small cry of pain as she passes by a narrow alleyway. She pauses and looks down the passage, b...t is unable to make out a shape in the inky black shadows within. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call out or just keep moving.“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel.. I could tell she was on the verge of coming again and I was close, and then I unleashed my load deep into her throat as she came again.I moved up and began to kiss her, mixing her cum with mine, and rubbing my now soft cock against her soaking wet pussy. She climbed on top, and told me she had never been so satisfied in her life and began to French kiss me again. Now my cock began to harden again as she rubbed her pussy over it. I know she could feel it. Then she said, put it in—I want. She tried tosay no but was to late as I broke her cherry . We fucked every other day all summer till schoolstarted again. I left for collage and met several girls that loved to fuck so my calls to Cindy werefarther apart and then I broke up with her. We saw each other sever times over the next few yearsbut never did more than say Hi . Now jump ahead 20 years. I m at the gym just leaving and not looking were I m going textingmy friend when I bump into a young girl nocking her to the ground. It's to play on." I know what it's for," said Cindy, and she quickly scrambled up to the top. Perfect, she thought. She straddled two of the bars, facing the boys, and their mouths dropped open in unison. Cindy giggled.Her loose shorts were skewed far to the side, and she knew that her bare, bald little pussy was almost completely exposed. "Want to see the mappa Tazzie?" she asked impishly."What's that?" asked Charles. His eyes, like all their eyes, were glued to her bare young crotch."Never.