”Curtis is having trouble following the random sputtering of the woman. Suddenly he finds that his anger toward her has melted. Here standing before...him is the most vulnerable woman he has ever come across. For all her toughness, she is obviously weak. He was ready to slam her down, cuff her and then haul her in. But now all he wants to do is hold her. He cannot explain it. Maybe it was what he saw or felt the first time he met her, maybe it is something else entirely. Regardless of what it is,. He used her teenage pussy till the back seat of his Mercedes was “soaked”. Apparently when she was done and he wasn’t she first felt shame, and she kept getting fucked. The shame became guilt, and she kept getting fucked. The guilt made her more horny, and she kept getting fucked. By the time he was done “the first time”. Mary lost count of her orgasm’s. She did know she was done with white guys. All I know is that I fell in love. I knew I couldn’t have her but I didn’t care. I always wanted to. Hell, I looked good in them! Just like the old song, I'm five foot two, eyes of blue. I may be 36, but I can still pass for early twenties. Well, maybe late twenties, but I still look damn good! I'm a natural blonde with my hair worn long. It's straight, reaches the small of my back and my husband swears they invented the term "corn silk" just for me.My breasts are a good 38D cup. Thankfully, the girls still stand up quite well. I've heard whispered acidic comments along the lines of "They're. " It wasn't really a question. I knew what was happening. His house was on the fields, far from where's I'd been walking. Here in the secluded white mansion, far from the city...No one would hear me scream... I could feel his breath warm and sweet with the aroma of coffee near my face. "Oh Lise. You know I want you. I want you all the time, every second of every day, and I want all of you. I will have all of you." He warned, and the warm blanket was yanked off me. Goose-bumps sprang up as.