The fright from the earthquake was evident in here baby blue eyes.Finally, the words came back to me. "Mia, it's an earthquake. Where's Chyler and Amy... We have to get out of the house!" Oh God," she said startled. Mia swerved around to her bedroom, giving I a sideways view of Mia's tight little stomach. Her hands were holding the sides of the door frame and her back was now to her Dad. My breathing was becoming unbearably heavy. As my eyes are glued to Mias round heart-shaped ass covered in. The withdrawal fired along her nerves, fresh sweat broke out on her skin at the painful pleasure. He thrust back in, filling her beautifully and bowing her back at the sensation. Big hands dug into her hips, spreading her wide for his measured advance. She knew he watched the way his cock split her. Her body came alive. So full of him, so full. “Touch yourself,” he grunted out. “I want to feel you cum around me.” Her fingers flew and circled and dipped. She was so wet she squelched as she. It didn't make sense, but I've come realize the phrase 'It's a guy thing' is a way for males to forego any sense in what they should or should not feel so we can continue to blithely tell women it doesn't make sense for them to feel or not feel something.Like I said -- it's a guy thing.It's not so much that I didn't have the emotional capacity of a turnip. It's that so many emotions storm through a teenage boy and none of them are placid. I hated Reggie! I liked Bailey! (A Lot!) I wanted to. I scream out your name as I brace myself with my hands on your chest. I am spent and breathing heavy as I lay on your chest to catch my breath. A minute or so passes before I realize that you are working the strings of the corset loose. I rise up to a sitting position and you come with me and I lift my arms so you can pull it off over my head. Our lips find each other and the kiss is very passionate and slow. You use your tongue to open my mouth and slide inside my mouth. I wrap my arms around.