Her thighs were soft and thick but I thought beautifully shaped.When I moved my hips forward again, she understood and straddled my lap. “Oh,” she...commented, feeling my erection against her vagina. I pulled her into a kiss. A French kiss soon enough. My hands took hold of the full flesh of her buttocks and coaxed her into the rub of genitals. She immediately got the message and took over grinding against me, the long hill of flesh created by my erect cock against the lips of her cunt, and most. I'm sure some of you know where one is, even if you live in a small town. I'd been going to one for a while right down the street from my house. The girls were fair and they would treat you nice with the table shower, a nice massage, and the happy ending. But I found myself wanting more. The jerk job at the end just wasn't enough to fullfill my cravings. That's as far as they would go, real profesionals these girls were.So I decided I'd look else where. It wasn't hard to dig them up, there's a. What father wouldn't want to kill the two men who'd deflowered his young virginal daughter in more than one way and then turned her into a slut to do their bidding? Tiffany acted like she got off on it and when Glen had been nailing her on the bed, she'd been like a wildcat clawing at him and thrusting her pussy so it wasn't easy to see who rode whom. He'd known she'd do that ... it was just a matter of convincing her she was like any other woman, born to give a man pleasure."We'll have to. . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t do this.” She pushed past Sam and started toward her purse on the table by the door, but she felt a hand on her arm, gentle, yet firm. She stopped and turned again to face the attractive blonde.“What is it? Am I moving too fast?”Carrie shook her head as she hurriedly fastened the last button. “Maybe . . .I don’t know. It’s just that . . .” She paused and took a breath, finally looking up into Samantha’s bright blue eyes. She could see the disappointment in.