If she could just feel John's wonderful big cock... just have him fucking her good... it seemed like she could make it all go away... everything could...be different!... She straddled her rapidly awakening husband's legs, letting her huge, perfectly formed breasts softly cushion against his chest as she leaned forward over him. The erect thickness of his cock grazed the open slit of her vagina, but she slid down so that she could lay a moment flat upon him. "Carrie!" John whispered hoarsely.... I was desperate for it. I rocked harder, spreading the fibers of the sponge wide. Bath water sloshed against the sides of the tub. “Come for me, baby,” Paul said. I worked at it, grinding against Paul’s hand and humping against the sponge. He held it firm. “That’s it, Em. You want to come. I know you do. Do it.” “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.” My body immediately responded to his command. Orgasm washed over me in waves, lapping through me until every ripple of its strength was expended. Paul. I learned early that if the older girls tried to be my 'friend' it was usually so they could copy my homework or cheat off me during tests.I was sooooo thankful Daddy had sent me to martial arts because sometimes the older girls tried to force me to do things (and I don't mean homework this time - other nasty things). It seemed like I had to kick someone's rear every couple of weeks. Unfortunately, I still had to take the darn ballet lessons and now with school over for the day I rode to the. "Isn't that why you hiked all the way out here?" Chris asked. It's not something I would have thought of, but his question struck home."Well ... yeah ... but we got turned around on one of the trails and this," -- she held up a piece of paper that looked something like a map -- "is the worst trail guide ever!" I didn't even know there was one for this area and I've been coming here for years," Chris offered."A friend of mine made it," she pouted. "But he's going to hear about this when I get.