To mene us par bharosa kar k apna sharir dhila chod dia usne meri kamar ko kas k pakda or kutte ne boht jor ka jhatka mara or uska adha land meri gili...choot me chirte hue ghus gya.Me to jese dard ki bjh se mar hi gai mere ansu niklne lge or jor se cheekh pdi aaaahh mammyy mar gai or usne dekha k mujhe dard ho rha h to josh me usne ek kr jhatka mara to uska 9 inch lmba land mere andr tha me rone lgi or us se boli please raju muje jane do dard ho rha h goWo gusse me bola chup kar sali kya mal h. She jumped to another book that showed her playing sports."Dad, you were there for most everything, weren't you?"I had tears in my eyes as I said, "As often as I could be." Dad, this is going to be hard to explain. You probably won't believe me but at certain times in my life, I had a calm come over me. I always said it was my Guardian Angel. It began in this picture of me dancing at age five. I was scared, Dad. I was nervous when I felt a calm come over me. The voice said, 'Do it, sweetheart,. You're good looking and we did both get cheated on". Mark stopped walking and looked at me "Are you being serious right now?" he asked me. "Yeah. If we can get fucked over, why not, so fuck it yeah I'm serious!". Mark just stared at me then moved in and started kissing me, something I don't usually do with guys but I couldn't exactly stop him since I did have a "boyfriend" and I wanted his cock so I went with it. I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and grabbed his dick. I asked where. " As he spoke, she felt the caress of his hand on her breast. But it was unusual, it was soft and tender. There was emotion on the other end of that hand, thought Miss F. Maybe she would be safe after all. His hand moved slowly over her breast, softly fondling her lovely mounds. Her nipples were hard and tight, and his fingers gently squeezed them. Slowly his hand moved down her abdomen and over her stomach, going lower. Miss F shivered as he groped her body. Her hands strained to be free of.