Darling, you feel like a goddess around my cock," Anders growled. "If tasting you was heaven, then submitting to the sensations you give me right now�...�words fail me," he grunted, pulling his hips back only to plunge them forward, fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts. Carissa stared into his eyes as she felt him pound her snatch with a steady cadence. She opened her legs wider and tried to relish the feel of his shaft ramming so deeply. Maybe it was wrong, but she was still a woman and he. ."Making sure she was 'properly attired' in shorts and tee shirt (she didn't want to get into any more trouble than she would be for roaming after hours), she snuck out the cabin and headed for the pay-phone at the admin building. Five minutes later, she was back, crying openly.Between sobs, she explained that Hartwell's people had padlocked the phone. On hearing this, Karen was furious..."It's bad enough that 'sour lemon' Hartwell fires Jennifer; the best head counselor there ever was but this. .. I’d estimated an A or B cup with a puffy pink areola and a small hard slightly darker nipple.A silky thin micro mini skirt did very little to hide her legs and her tummy. On her feet were impossibly high strappy high heels. She was having problems standing in them - either they were too high or she was too drunk, or a combination of them both.My cock throbbed at the sight.Bree was 14 years old ... and an image of her mother ... except for the extra weight that her mum carried on her breasts. I darn near said yes; I was so very horny. I didn't want to start that though.After we closed our conversation, I took a nice long bath and put on one of the t-shirts that I call a nighty and opened the book that I'd been reading. I tried, but couldn't get more than a paragraph before my mind wandered to somewhere else. Peter of course, but then Alex for a time, and finally Zach. Zachary. A beautiful boy with a beautiful sister. A tall boy with enough tucked away in those shorts (mostly hidden.