I love this, this place of pure sensation, teasing myself over into the place where pain can take over. i get to take myself there and sometimes i let...katy take me there, too. i pull on the hair a little harder now and then let a finger into my dampening slit, just a little…not too much yet. i look up from my play and inadvertently catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the other side of the bed. at first, i am surprised, kind of forgetting it was there, but then i smile at this private. After some time he turned his palm upward and massaged the ribbed sensitive spot on the upper wall in the same rhythm as the clit.He settled himself between Becky’s legs and guided his thick and throbbing cock to the opening of her canal. He slowly exerted gentle and steady pressure as the cock entered Becky’s canal, filling it up. The sensation of fullness was somewhat painful. Becky shifted to reduce the pain. Garrett continued to press forward, slowly, steadily, inch by inch until all seven. Eve tested herself like she had been doing every day, in fact sometimes two or three times per day. For someone who had balefully contemplated a loveless life as wife and mother of someone's heir, she seemed pretty excited about the prospects of being pregnant. The fertility drugs they had in those days were just as effective as the ones we have today; if a woman had the ability to conceive and the man wasn't shooting blanks, chances were excellent that within a few weeks she would be.Anyway,. My mother was full of rage too, and so grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to our pouf. My mother forced me to my knees and pulled the silk top off me. I was there on my knees in the cold with only a bra on my torso; I felt ashamed and yet aroused; and then more ashamed because I was aroused. My mother got even angrier as I began to cry.‘OH, THIS IS RICH, YOU CRY AFTER YOU DESTROY YOUR FATHER’S GIFT!’ My mother screamed.My mother then bent me over the pouf and I felt my little skirt ride up my.