I wish I were a talented author, so that I could truly describe the beauty of the girl who sat so very close to me, at the library. However, I am only a librarian with a journal so I will do my best. Let me start with her hair;Shirly-temple curls that twirled down to her shoulders, a shining chesnut, complete with a tiny pink bow at the side, holding the cascade of locks into place.

This is where things seemed to speed up, adrenaline pumping through my body and blood filling my cock she was a blur of screaming pleasure. Once on top of her, I caught her tiny flailing wrists easily, and pinned her beneath me as her body frantically tried to buck me off. Easily outweighing her by a hundred pounds, I found this delightful and began to grind my erection up against the crotch of her skirt. It thrilled me,and I swtiched both her wrists to one hand, so I could cup her face.

Jeb grunted as he carefully set the last of the unconscious girls onto the floor. Stepping back, he paused to admire their nude forms, before calling his mother, Amy in to clean them up. She bustled in, all round and grandmotherly, and exclaimed, Oh Jeb youve outdone yourself! Randal will be so pleased, I bet he keeps that silvery-blonde for himself. she added cheekily, and he chuckled.

Randal whistled a jolly tune as he unloaded the fresh meat into a special room designed for them. It held several comfortable beds, a tv, shelf full of books, and an attached full bathroom. He gently laid the girls out, two to a bed, and locked the door before removing the ropes that bound them. Still whistling, he retied three of their arms securely to the bedposts above their heads, leaving one of the blondes free. God I love my job. he murmured, exploring the girls smooth legs, letting his hands slide up to cup the small mound of her cunt through the thin layer

Im an idiot, of course for doing what I did. What was going through my head? Even now as I pick up every moment and turn it this way and that to study, to try and find some hidden truth, I am at a loss for why I did it. I remember that I was furious with my mother, that we had fought that night. Another screaming match over the hussy clothes I chose to wear, until we were both reduced to tears.

He rested there, on top of the sobbing girls for a moment, letting the spasming muscles of her asshole milk every drop from him. Even as he struggled to catch his breath, his hands were still everywhere on her petite frame, cupping and kneading her small breasts,exploring the folds of her now wet pussy. She no longer struggled, but lay there defeated, bawling her little heart out, tears dripping down the other girls face.After a moment he braced his hands against her back, and began to pull out