Let me know if it hurts." I said. I gulped. Shelly bit her lower lip. Mrs. Smith gripped her step Daughter big left nipple. I gently moved my index fi...ger up her big bush. I touched her soft right cunt lip. I then touched her left cunt lip. I gentle ran my finger back and forth very slow. I heard Anita sigh. I heard Shelly moan softly. I then pushed my the tip of my index finger in her wet pussy. I started to slowly move it around. Her pussy muscles were milking my finger. I pulled my finger. Brynn looked away. He felt their hands moving downward. Gilbert pushed the boy’s palm to the front of his pants and adjoined their fingers to curl with the exactness of his needy erection. Brynn felt heat; heat from the man’s sexuality; his … personalness. The fabric felt rough, like a brittle denim although not styled like jeans. And he felt … “it”. It--- the man’s penis. Hard but not iron. More like a finger with fat. It was tubular and lay dormant, the mimic of a Lochness slug. Can you feel how wet I am for your cock, Ken? Even through my panties I'm so wet I'm coating your hard shaft. Are you ready to stick your baby-maker in my tight little cunt and pop my cherry?" Ready, willing, and anxious," Ken said with a grin in the darkness. He could feel Linda holding his cock steady with one hand while she fumbled to move the crotch panel of her panties aside so she could aim it right for her pussy."Fuck me Kenny," Linda moaned as she caught the head of Ken's prick between. She seemed to be annoyedwith the whole day so far, and I'm sure I wasn't helping. It seems they wereon their way home from a college visit. They were late because Beth had beggedher mother to stay and watch a band that was playing that night. She said shewas speeding because she was in a rush to get home. She had an early morningor something like that. "Can I just check your bags and then you can be on your way?" Iasked. Mom's bag produced nothing out of the ordinary. Beth on the other hand.