And so here I am...I get off the train, move past the ticket barrier and look for a white Ford Granada. I can't see it at first, but just as I am star...ing to panic I see a lady waving at me from the far end of the car park next to a white car. I walk over with legs like jelly, and see a tall, very well dressed lady in her late 40s with a mass of beautifully coiffured brown hair and red lipstick. We kiss (slightly awkwardly on my part) on the cheek then with a laugh Kay invites me into the. When I finished cleaning his cock I remember looking up and there was John with the camera. Darrell told me to put my hot wet pussy on his cock and give him a world class pussy fucking. Darrell told John that my pussy was so hot it almost scolded his cock. I started fucking as fast and I could and as high up and down as I could but I had never fucked a man this big, for this long, and I came twice more but I was tiring. I started to cry and he held me and told me he was ready to come and wanted. I am waiting for a chance. One night as everybody slept I woke up around midnight, walked to the teacher’s houseI have seen the same scene this night is little dark as clouds cover the moon. i sat near to the elder one and stretched my hand towards her breast, with fear and anxiety as my hand touched her breast which is soft, slowly i started pressing her breast there was no resistance from her i carried out my job i enjoyed very well I caught her another breast and started pressing i played. I think she actually saved me from getting hit. We split a pretzel, talked some more, and before she left, she thanked me.”“For opening her eyes?”*“For treating her like a human being, for listening, to her and how she saw things. I mean that’s pretty fucked up if someone is thanking you for debating with them, with respect for them. What kind of people do you hang around with, if that’s so uncommon it makes an impression on you? Enough of an impression that you feel a need to thank someone for.