I slowly slid the head of my cock, ever so gently into her. She hissed painfully, her whole body flinching. I looked up at her face now, grimaced in...pain and concern. “Ouuuweeee...Johnny, it hurts.” she cried, with only about half of the head of my cock in her. My normally brave, intrepid, adventurous girl was looking so sad, as I gazed upon her innocent face. I encouraged her to relax, explaining that her tension caused her some pain, perhaps as much as my hard cock. Our eyes locked. We. As I savored him, I reached for my toys, grabbing a small vibrator and a good sized dildo.He told me to stand the dildo on the floor and ride it. I did as I was told, but after a couple awkward strokes I stopped and looked around. A small plastic storage container caught my eye. "Hand me that clear plastic box, please?" I asked as I removed the dildo from my wet pussy. "It's about the perfect height to put the toy on to ride."He slid it between my legs and I suctioned the fake fuck tool to it.. I was in a trance, too mesmerized to talk staring at her feet right there I was too immersed to even notice she would know. it had now been silent for some time, she also watched her feet now and then, then, she said “ Do you like that ? “ and nodded again towards my magazine, now my heart pounding thinking of something to say, and before I could answer, as she swung her foot up again on he way down stretched her foot down and pressed against the head of cock, easy visible thought my. I decided to try out for the Women’s Rugby team. I’ve always been fascinated by rugby. Ever since my parents took me on a vacation trip to Northern England. I made lots of friends on the team. Most of the players were white but there were two or three black women among them. Rugby is a fierce sport. Strength and speed along with technique are needed. It’s not just football without a helmet. The first game we played was against gals from Vermont Tech. We beat them by a landslide. It felt great..