I put out my hand to greet him but he completely ignored that and hugged me. I admit it felt wonderful how he held me in his strong arms like a man ho...ds his girl. "Meghan, right? Damn girl you are just... wow!" Mark stuttered, seemingly at a loss for words."Thank you that's sweet." That was all I could say as I looked down and blushed.Mark was a handsome guy. He stood 6'1" tall with broad shoulders, strong arms and a flat stomach. He had a buzzcut and a slight goatee and wore a necklace with a. It’s usually too bumpy right in the back. Mrs. Brown surprisingly, went towards the back as well and sat in the seat in front of the young girl. The others already here were s**ttered close to the front, I guessed they would be first off?Michelle and I grabbed the seat directly opposite Mrs. Brown, Michelle taking the aisle seat. She d****d a leg up over mine, close to my thigh. To my amazement, she then started playing with herself again. I raised my eyes to Mrs. Brown, she had her head in a. He liked to play a game, guessing how many kinds of sperm her cunt was rubbing on his shaft. If he got it right, she’d move up a bit and give him the treat of fucking her ass, something nobody else but him got.Wanda had a small but regular list of men that were vaginal visitors before or during the time she dated Bobby. They ranged from her girlfriend’s teenage son to a man her grandfather’s age. She brought them along into her wedded state and a few of Bobby’s friends and family were added. Surely, she would never feel pleasure or pain from that little knob again – but to be sure I swatted after it again, even if she was trying to move out of the way of the brutal swings path, I still perfectly landed upon the clit. I was wrong, she still felt an absurd about of sensation that probably sent her to being blind, after all, such pain would build up so much that it would envelope all other sensations and emotions leaving only the painful suffering and humiliation. I paused, dipping my.