That's right, I make no bones about what I am -- The Fist Fuck Queen of the Big Apple. The closer to the core of my bowels, the riper I become! I can ...emember when I lost my anal cherry to a fist so vividly that it seems as if it happened moments ago, though in actuality, it's been almost a year. I started going out with Brad, and I knew from the moment we laid eyes on one another that the only thing on his mind was fucking me. He thought he was hot shit, a big stud. The arrogant bastard even. “Put me down, you big ... Oh my Richard.”She turned around, glanced at me, and then over to Jennifer and then back to me.“You two, I can’t believe it. You two are in love with each other, aren’t you?” she said.Jennifer jumped in and said, “I’m sorry Caroline, I told Richard I could move out, but he told me I couldn’t because he loved me. The bigger problem is that I love him too, but you mean so much to me, I can’t break you two up, the planets aligned to get you two together, and I’m just a. Then I thought of an ex-boyfriend of mine. The guy I happened to lose my virginity to. I had sex with him just a handful of times, but it was always breathtaking. In no time at all, I came all over my hand, and the bedsheets. I was semi-satisfied, but I always needed the real thing. Masturbating only got the job about halfway done. I relaxed for a minute, and turned my iPad off. A minute later, I heard a grunt."Shit," I heard someone say quietly."Dad?" I asked.I heard some footsteps, so I. As I was increasing pace he slipped a finger into my ass and started fingering my very tight ass hole. I started moaning.He pulled me off his cock, looked at me in the eyes and said 'I want to Fuck You so much right now' he pushed me back onto the sofa, pulled his trousers back on and did them up. He just stopped. He didn't come. I didn't come. Frustrating as hell.My thoughts today are:-Why Stop? I was ready for a fantastic anal session!-What are you saving yourself for?-Didn't you want me to.