It’s so fucking deep in me. His balls were slapping against my cunt. My cunt started to tighten up and I knew I was going to come.“Faster! Faster!...Harder!” I cried and pumped my fingers as fast as I could while my mind continued to make my unknown man slap hard against me. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!!!!!” I wailed loudly as I gushed onto my fingers.Dropping back onto the bed, I sucked in air, panting heavily. The room smelled like sex now. I think I should hurry up and get dressed. That was it, she pestered me to take her, each time we had kinky sex she brought up the subject until at last I agreed to take her.Dressed in her shortest skirt, see through blouse and stockings we turned up at the place at about ten in the evening. Undressing in the changing rooms there were two guys as we entered, Clare looked as they dropped their pants, cocks dangling between strong legs. I felt hot, flushed as they said hello to us, Clare smiled as she undid her top, slipped it off and. Once she’d warmed she dried herself, hung her wet clothes over the shower rod and got dressed. Shorts, T-shirt and panties, she skipped a bra and descended the stairs barefooted.She decided to watch a little television but in the living room she noticed the mail on the table, she needed to put it in her Daddy’s office on his desk. She picked it up; there was the usual junk mail and one manila envelope.Fearfully she turned it over, Oh no; it was from her school, her report card for the grading. We were in a game of emotional poker and I wasn’t sure if I should lay my cards down. Alicia folded first with a giggle, ‘Does ‘my girl’ mean ‘girlfriend’?’ ‘Well,…’ My answer had to be slow and methodical. ‘That would be presumptuous of me, don’t you think?’ ‘Hmmmm. Not really. I mean, we do talk everyday and now you are in my apartment and I’m cooking dinner for you, so no, I don’t think that would be too presumptuous at all.’ ‘So you are saying it is okay for me to refer to you as my.