I leaned over started kissing him as his hand kept moving up till I could feel his finger inside my Wet Pussy, he turned started kissing my neck when ... said Take me home and FUCK the SHIT OUT of ME! I didn't have to ask twice we got up jumped into a cab. Jakeil lived in this basement apartment in seedy part of town, we paid the cab walked to the side of the house down the stairs through the door that opened into the kitchen, once there he asked me if I wanted a drink I said sure, he poured us a. Always wishing. Then one day I was walking around the local park and started talking with a guy slightly older than I. As we walked and talked we ended up at the back of the park. Continuing further we walked into a corn field and over to the the river. I wasn't sure where we were headed but he seemed to have an idea We stepped into the trees lining the bank. We checked our line of sight and certain that we would see anyone long before they saw us we both undid our pants and reached for each. With one smooth motion, his erect penis was freed and his shorts fell around his ankles.It was nearly dark in the shed, but I could still see his slender, four-inch penis sticking out in front of him. A plump round sack hung below and I could just make out a small tuft of pubic hair on each side of his shaft. I was shocked at the sight of it. I thought, “Oh my goodness, so this is what one looks like!” I was also a little surprised that he had more hair than I had on my pussy, which was so. She had no shortage of lovers, but very few long-term connections. She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, usually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride, since demand drove her metaphorical price up - allowing her to dictate the terms of her couplings. Every move she made, on the trading floor or the dance floor, was cold, composed, and calculated to generate maximum return for her.