“Ouch” she said. She sat up and pushed him off of her. “it hurts” she murmured.“Sorry” he replied “do you want to stop”“No let’s k...ep going, I want you”She lay back again and this time raised her knees up higher and allowed him access to her pussy again. He went in slower this time; he touched her with his tool, circling her clit before starting to push into her. She flinched a little as it went in. he noticed the pain on her face and said “are you sure you don’t want to stop?”“yes ,very sure”. My pussy!! It does feel as if this fat tight pussy was made just for my cock." Matt replied. He kissed my chin then my lips and the tip of my nose. "So does this mean you are moving in with me? Because I like to keep what is mine near me." I laughed and said. "No silly what it means is that when my boyfriend Mike fucks me my pussy and I will be thinking about you and only you." I said. Matt raised up on his knees spat in his hand then worked his spit all over the tip of his cock and asked. ". Then I thought, ‘why not make the best of it?’????So, now, I stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet, with my hedge clippers.Every time some guy sticks his thing through my fence, I surprise him, grab hold of it and say, ‘O.K., buddy! Give me $20 or off it comes!’“Well, that seems only fair,” said the cop, laughing. “OK. Good luck!?? Oh, by the way, what’s in the other bag?”“Not everybody pays.”A couple more from Andy KDid you know fleas hate winter? As a matter of fact, quite a few. As I drove I reflected warmly on Cindy's generosity. I glanced down at the tennis skirt she had gifted me. The tweed mini that had been my first choice would have revealed my undies as I drove in this low car with its scooped-out bucket seats. SUVs in the next lane or pedestrians at corners would be treated to not just a fleeting triangle but a blinding white pyramid of white nylon tricot between my thighs, but the pleated tennis skirt nestled itself into an arrangement of folds that glided.