”“It has been so long…” Emma sighed.“What is your name?” asked Mathew, as his hips moved involuntarily to the rhythm of Emma’s masturbat...on of his cock.“Emma,” she blushed and gave a girlish giggle.“Thank you Emma for helping me today,” Mathew said, adding, “helping me in several different ways.”He then reached up and slowly and gently began to unbutton Emma’s dress. He slid the dress off her shoulders and she stood, letting it fall to the rough wooden floor. Standing for a moment in only her. Tom had a big red Toyota Supra. It was his pride and joy. He worked on that car from morning to midnight while school was out, and more often than not we were there to help him. I had my own car but it was a shitty Datsun, eaten with rust. I'd drive up and yell out the window, calling him down. I was just a k** then, only 18, and yelling out the window didn't seem such a big deal. Screw knocking on the door and waiting for him to emerge from that big ol' townhouse. I wasn't his goddam date.So. I told Tina to make my dick wet my spitting and sucking. Now as I inserted my dick halfway into Tina’s ass she was beginning to realize that this wasn’t such a good idea and wanted me to stop. But I was in no mood of stopping and inserted my completely into her ass with full speed. Tina screamed loudly and I’m afraid that my mom sleeping downstairs might have heard her.Tina = “ aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh bahut jyada dard hua hai pls ruk jaao please”Me = “nahi ab mai nahi rukne vaala” Saying this I. "Since you don't have one, how do you know it isn't?"I wasn't used to having females in the family use logic to win an argument. Debbie used tears, and Mandy wore you down with her own version of reality. "Since I promised I wouldn't lie to you, I must assume you won't lie to me either. So, are you telling me it's sore from horseback riding?" No." Good." Her expression didn't change when I said that, and that was disconcerting. Nevertheless, I said, "Since it's not sore from horseback riding,.