The next couple of seconds gave me enough time for memories to flash though my mind as I relived the high and low points of the first eighteen years o... my life. Memories of Bitsy and my sister each made tears well up in my eyes, tears that I had to blink away so I could concentrate on the road.Standing in the rain-soaked street in front of me was a white guy in his mid-twenties with a dark, scruffy beard. He wore ratty blue jeans and a black hoodie. He was also pointing a .45 pistol right at. I got stunned. He said that he also needs some sex from me. He is only four feet in height like his daddy. I am more than 5-5.He therefore asked me to bend my body to the front and removed his lingi and raised my sari from the back and spreaded my legs and inserted his stiff and smooth penis into my vagina. He started to jerk his penis front and back and started feeling heavenly touch. I also enjoyed his penis and its capacity to undertake fucking with my broad vagina. Later many times he was. I sat next to Kim Smith on the bus. She lived next door and was a tomboy of tomboys. We talked about the Reds, hoping that they could be back in the same form. When your team wins back-to-back World Series, a nail-biter with Boston, and a delicious sweep of the Yankees, you have high hopes. Trading Tony Perez in the off-season didn’t help, but I thought they still had a good chance.We got to school and the rain had let up enough I didn’t put my umbrella up to walk from the bus to the building.. Trish whimpers. She feels your hands groping. She senses her delicate skin as your twist it between your outstretched fingers.“I have not ruined your boobs yet,” you whisper.You turn to one of the three henchmen, and he hands you a large knife.“No!” Trish shrieks, “What is that for?!”“I think you know,” you answer in a taunting voice as your face lights up with an evil smile.With one of your hands still gripping one of her soft breasts, you jab the knife abruptly into the side of the bubbly.