We moaned as her walls closed around my cock, coating it with her juices. Every movement I made, I needed more of her and we kept kissing and sucking ...n each other, leaving hickeys but we didn't slow down. My cock slammed into her womb each time and she clawed my back yelling, "Fuck me Ethan! Fuck me harder!"I went as hard as I possibly could, her juices seeping from her pussy onto the bed. "Yes son!" She pleaded as I groped her beautiful soft boobs and plunged m deeper into her. "Ah!!" She. So I went back to the changing room and put on my jeans and t-shirt – and the de-emphasizing sports bra.'That's your size.'And the horse he rode in on.Where was a girlfriend now that I needed to talk to one?I sulked all the way to Orlando, keeping my ear buds in and listening to classical music. It got to the point that even stone-head ... excuse me, I mean Zeus ... wanted to know "What's wrong?" Nothing," I said, in a monotone. "Everything's fine. Just fine." Oh. Okay," he replied, and went. ?Yeh? They’re real alright? Know anyone these would look good on?? He adds, giving a quick lewd glance toward her own substantial chest pressing outward against her silk blouse, the silhouettes of her hardening nipples visible even through her bra. ?You ever think of studs in your nipples?? ?Yeh? Right Craig!? She uncomfortably frowns, buttoning her top buttons. ?I guess I could use one of those asses over in the next aisle too? Right?? She blurts out as a kind of sick joke, trying. Connie, on the other hand, had a hard time keeping her eyes on the rode. Her gaze kept wandering over to all that exposed, tan flesh. Twice Connie almost missed her turns. She couldn't concentrate, the image of that tattoo was emblazoned on her mind. "Connie's Girl". One of Connie's nephews had gotten a tattoo; for the first several weeks it was swollen and washed-out looking. Not the one on Allison's ass. It looked settled. Connie wondered how long Allison had known she was "Connie's Girl"..