A couple of ground rules though. One, you are not to touch my tits or pussy with any part of your body. And two, you have to be naked as well"Oh fuck!...! This was a turn of events that I had not expected. It was totally unexpected, especially from Kay."Well ... Mr Smarty Pants ... what do you have to say about that?" she smirked as she challenged me.My response wasn't verbal as she expected. I stood up and calmly kicked off my shoes and socks, shortly thereafter followed by my polo shirt and. He pressed slightly and my pussy opened. I gasped, but it wasn't unpleasant and I could feel that I was very wet despite my punishment. More inches were pushed into me. I spread my knees and adjusted my position, hoping this would widen my passage. It helped a little and I was able to take everything he had. My womb felt invaded, my pussy stretched to capacity.He remained still once fully inside, we were joined by large cock and pussy. His hands undid my blindfold and I looked towards my. They had a request that I thought was the best answer yet, about getting my signature on their white western shirts.“Our aunt works at an office supply store here in Little Rock, and we asked her if she could make us a large rubber stamp with your signature on it. One that’s the same size as when you sign your name.”Barbra told me, “She told us they make them all the time, for people to stamp their names on letters and checks.“She’ll have three of them for us next week, and we can start selling. When we finished I was laying on my back and she was on her side, both of us were looking into each others eyes, but her hand continued to caress me as she moved it across my inner thighs over my panties onto my stomach and then back over my panties. She could tell that I liked that cause I was wriggling around when her fingers danced over my panties. She told me to show her my ‘puddy’ as she called it, gesturing and snapping the elastic of my panties. I just scooted them down slowly to where.