” By now, she was fully hysterical with her face in the couch cushion. I played with her great feeling tits for a bit, while continuing to feel her ...ussy around my cock. Every time she whimpered; she involuntarily gave my dick a little squeeze. It felt great. She was clearly not going to say anything. I decided to stand back up, took a firm grip on her hips, pulled out and slammed myself back into her with a loud grunt.“Please mister. Please don’t do this. Please…please…” she cried out. I. “Look into my eyes, Lynne, and tell me there's nothing more you'd like to confess.” She tried to do as ordered, but failed: “There is... nothing...” she paused before she bursted out in tears. “Fuck, I love you!” “Wait... What was that?” I asked, incredulous of what I believe I had just heard. “I love you, Matt!” was her brief answer. I really did play with the thought of making her repeat it over and over, as a matter of satisfaction. I liked the sound of these words, plus it humiliated her. The musty smell of young neat thrilled me so that I almost lost control, I reluctantly moved from his massive phallus and licked his testicles and stomach as I showered his tender body with kisses. I reached over and retrieved a condom and some lubricant, applying a good amount to my anal orifice and his throbbing member I slid the rubber down over his massive tool. Ron asked softly '...you're gonna let me fuck you...!' Breathlessly I answered '...Yes, I'm gonna wrap my legs around you and let. Five minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Joe’s truck, Pandora sitting between me and the driver. It wasn’t until we were on the main highway that I realized that not only hadn’t I taken a shower since the previous afternoon, in my rush to get dressed, I’d thrown-on the same clothes I’d been wearing the day before. I prayed Joe didn’t detect the odors emanating from my dirty body and stained clothing. But as I sat there, worrying about how I smelled, I noticed the lump.