Maybe that's true. Afterall, he knew me during my transition (I hate that word...transition,'rebirth' is more like it) and he never flinched or turned...his verybroad back to me, even in the midst of my occasional hormonal hissyfits.We were the most unlikely couple one could possibly image. He was ajock. He was not a super jock mind you, but a jock none the less. Heplayed baseball. He simply loved to play that game. He loved to hit theball and that was what he did best. I think playing ball was. “I love that,” I gasp, as he thrusts into me again, and again. He hooks an arm under each of my thighs and props my legs up on his shoulders, sliding me even closer to him, then holding tight to my legs as he begins to stroke me harder. I lean back, propping myself up with my elbows so I can keep watching his handsome face. He stays deep, with small, fast strokes that are increasing in tempo and building me up exactly enough. I’m breathing hard and moaning my approval, which seem to encourage. CRACK! This time she let out a little shriek when he made contact, but moaned in submissive pleasure. 5 whacks later and her ass was starting show redness, and she kept the trash talk coming. After over 20 she lay limp over his lap, she climaxed twice and to suppress the burn he wiped her down again. While he rubbed the last wipe in rhythmic circles around her rosebud, she looked back and begged, You better fuck me soon or Im gona get impatient. Up for the game he threw on her back and pressed. 5″ ka hai. Aur mota bhi jab uski gulabi chut me mene pehla dhakka mara to mera lund ka topa ander chala gaya to wo dard ke mare chilla padi aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh……….dheere dalo dard hota he………..par mene uski suni nahi aur dusra dhakka mar diya tab aisa laga uski jaan nikal gai jor se chikhi oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh……anuj tum pagal ho kya ? Utneme mene ek aur jatka maara to pura lund ander chala gaya aur wo to aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ………… Oooooooohhhhhhhh.