" I had wanted to tell Erin and Mike how lonely I was with his father interred only a few miles away in a Canadian prison camp. I wanted to tell him t...at what happened had started out as a favor to make sure his father was well taken care of while he was there." She hid her face in her hands. Michelle wrung her hands at the story waiting for it to collapse.Michelle knew that her neighborhood had once been occupied by the Canadians and had been converted to a concentration camp used not for. At least I didn’t have to see his spotty face I thought as I arched my back.I felt the tip of his dick press against my arse hole and I stood up fast.“I don’t do it in the arse.”“Come on. I want to butt fuck you.”“No,” I said loudly. “You can fuck me in the pussy or not at all.”“Ok.”I arched my back again and took a breath as he penetrated my pussy once more. I closed my eyes and went back into my fantasy. The image of my university guy fucking my like a dog got me hotter than I had been. He groaned with eagerness as he slipped his index finger inside me, grinding his thumb across my clit as he did so.I had never experienced pleasure like this with another person. My excursion with Santiago had been exhilarating and full of adrenaline, but his movements had been awkward and clumsy. He had pawed at me without any awareness or care for my pleasure. Pablo, on the other hand, managed to combine Santiago's coarseness with a keen sensitivity to the movements of my body.I opened my. He kissed her neck and licked her ear. Karen felt thrills rushing through her and, trying to keep under control, leaned her head away. ‘Don’t think you can get to me that easily,’ she said. ‘What…what you did last night wasn’t very nice.’ She didn’t move out of the circle of his arms. She couldn’t. She wanted to feel him pressing against her, wanted his hands on her, doing things to her… She shook her head, trying to clear it. Tommy cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed his stiffening.