Please vote and comment if you like. I am not a writer I am just a man with a story to tell. What you have read is me and my life. I just need to tell...it somewhere. Thank You in Advance Thanks go out to Literotica for your encouraging words. They were greatly appreciated. ========================= Each Day Each day I wake up. I get up and begin a day I know I will dread, no hate. I do this because I have to and not because I want to or choose to. What I want seems to be a daydream I really. It was the sort of thing teenage girls would peek out at from between the gaps in their fingers when they covered their faces. He had a middle-aged man's body, with a broad chest, thick neck and a washboard chest, with two hard pecs above it. A girl could really lavish a chest like that, running her tongue into the dents and hard angles of that muscle... And below that...No wonder Matsumoto liked to give up so easily. That was really all you could say about him down there. He was wearing a. I gave up, no reason to squirm when I wasn't going to get out, but I continued to cry. 'Hey, stop crying, it's not going to hurt you' Danielle said calmingly, 'Besides, I only want to make you feel good' she said and giggled. Danielle then dug through her box and pulled something out that I couldn't see, mostly because my eyes were blurry from the tears, so she took that chance to pull my panties to the side and quickly slide in a vibrating egg into my pussy causing me to squirm instantly out. I felt her shudder, she pulled me back to my feet taking me by the hand she walked over to the racks and lent on the shelves, she reached round and lifted her skirt up onto her back then she grabbed my throbbing erection and guided me into her pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening but I couldn’t resist if I wanted to. so I started moving my cock in and out of her very tight wet hole, slowly gaining momentum, her pussy like a vice wrapped around my dick, I could feel every Stoke, she.