My medium sized breasts moved with each breath I took and I knew she could hear me. In this room every little sound was magnified. Mistress walked bac... into my view and once again I was in awe of her, black corset dress, black heeled boots made her long legs seem even longer, her pale skin was made even more so by the color, and her tattoos…oh those tattoos made me want to melt. Both arms mostly covered and a few one her legs, my favorite one was the one on her right hip, a small sugar skull. Marc was rutting her cunt like an animal. His top half rose up as he roared his cock deep into her. In Kelly’s mind, he was releasing rope after rope of steaming hot cum, instead of the small dribble of reality. Marc was sweating hard as he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. Kelly had her hand on Devon’s long prick. She whispered to him “Fill me up!”Devon slid into her pussy. He had his arms extended straight down holding up the top half of his body. Kelly had wrapped her legs. .. he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of. But from the first time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at City Park, flicking her slick tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far greater than mine. I was barely seventeen; she was an older woman: seventeen and a half. It wasn't.