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I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lust so intense I wasn’t sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn’t an expert. I just couldn’t be sure and almost didn’t care. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn’t keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night thing. One thing was for sure. I would need a bigger dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said: “You’re not sure if it was Brett, are you? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked.” Indian Girls Fucking “By Brett?” I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn’t wait to find out. The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us…I was too young to have a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn’t want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster. I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to ruminate what was so funny about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster. I got a job. Wouldn’t you? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV’s and computers and things…pay as you go but have them now…for people with little credit…Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way…”Do you know how people look at you?” No, I didn’t, but he would tell me…how my long auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was “hot.” And so, working days would pass and the walks home were more fun than work. One night he told me he’d buy me a drink on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter skirt than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low wall outside the pub. Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm…I was a married woman with a young child. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormones and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laugh with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things: “Watch out for Johnnie,” they would giggle, “walking you home is just the start of things.” I didn’t know what the “things” were…he was nice to me. I would find out about “things” and “low Pub walls” that night. All I could think of that day was the “after work” part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn’t know why I was nervous but I surely was. Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn’t like “fucking” and that was a startling word for me. Men didn’t talk about “fucking” when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could make me wet…my skin was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again: “fucking” and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I’d tell him to “fuck me.” I wouldn’t say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I’d surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug. “I was talking to you,” Johnnie said, “you seemed to not be listening.” “I was,” I lied, “I was just looking at the men at the bar. He told her that he also wanted to fuck Shraddha’s petite little body. Thanks for the music and showing me the strippers bra. The mother was feeling her husband eat her, turning her on to sensations and desire long missed. Jon decided that we would go shopping in Birmingham. I gave another yawn as I moved to the edge of the bed and set down. I expected Susan to join in, but she didn't. Apollo - Son of Zeus and Leto - god of the sun and light, music and poetry, healing and plagues, prophecy and knowledge, order and beauty, archery and agriculture. Several of the voyeurs were jacking-off. I thrust them into my depths. I'll give them 10 minutes. I threw my arm around her and kissed her hard. I’m going back to Salome. Once he became lucid, Eric looked around, realizing he was in one of the spare bedrooms. “I always knew you’d be a star.” Chris beamed excitedly at her. He came once again, an inhuman amount of semen pouring into her stomach, only to be regurgitated due to the punishment to her throat. "Thank you Master." “I'm eighteen. Later, we relaxed and cooled down…he moved off the table, his cock slipping out as I gave it a final exhausted squeeze, the donkey cum oozing out of me and down my legs. Indian Girls Fucking