I was especially turned on by gorgeous MILFs and that described my girlfriend’s mother to a tee. Frieda Kunstler had been the object of many of my f...ntasies helping me to awesome climaxes. I did not know how to approach her or even if I would ever get the chance. Frieda was divorced but had a live-in boyfriend who my girlfriend detested. His name was Alan and he drove a truck and would be gone on long trips. Something I hoped to be able to use to my advantage. Besides being a complete. He was my first dog and when he fucked me this was special.Even though he didn’t last as long as he had before it was still so pleasurable. He just pounded me. I was his. For his pleasure and he didn’t care if I got anything from it or not. Hammer his cock in and out. Fuck my cunt. I was just a bitch. To be used whoever he wanted. And I loved it. Giving myself to an animal who treated me as an object of pleasure. How thoroughly deliciously disgusting.When he had finally finished with me. I was. . my heartis beating fast now, I am really scared, but my pussy is throbbing, making aliar out of me. I don't want to die, I'm only 15, I don't want to be killed really, I just have recurring fantasiesof being impaled in front of a huge crowd on a spear, of it being pushed slowlyinto my lower belly, of me looking down in wonder as I feel the glorious finalecstacy of it piercing my insides, of shouting my thanks as my breasts arewhipped, of floating away in the most submissive act possible..????. I don’t know if it was the place in my head that caused the girls getting me ready to dump a load, the women got their calendars wrong, or the girls had irregular periods. Only two of my breakfast club girls had ovaries developed enough to ovulate, the rest had periods, but nothing to fertilize. The rest had their eggs fertilized by the time they managed to bury my dick inside them as deep as it would go. Once the breakfast girls had done their duty of getting me to about to cum and then.