Then I proposed that we go together tothe store and get him some panties and bras of his own, maybe somebetter makeup, and possibly some shoes. His re...ction did not match hisstatement. He said he wanted to be like Rachel, and yet he was scared todeath to leave the house!"You can't stay in the house forever Colleen. You have to experiencewhat it's like to go shopping as a girl. I'll be with you, so there's noneed to be afraid."He tried to say no, but I went in the house and found him a. He then slowly started to pump me, squeezing my boobs. I was in tears with pain and joy. I held his waist with both of my hands. He was ramming me steadily and increasing his speed. His long shaft was knocking the bottom of my womb. To me, it was touching my kidney. He was pumping me like a battery powered drill machine.He was pressing sometime my right side of the pussy, sometime left, sometime front, sometime back. I bit my own lips held his neck tight and showered his dick with my juice. He. He liked the way we squealed. Before Ken arrived I checked myself in the mirror; everything was per his orders, I even hiked up my tight dress a bit so it was right under my butt cheeks. The door rang and I answered it. Ken looked me up and down with a smile. In person he was much more rugged than is pictures but his voice was calming. I welcomed him in my home and offered a seat. We sat and talked a while then he just asked me “Are you a virgin?” I told him I practiced with dildos, but. She heard the hiss of the shaving foam and then felt the light chillness as it was squirted all over. She managed to calm herself enough to stay absolutely still as Wendy started work with the razor. Her pubic bush was so thick it needed two applications and a second razor before it was gone enough to please Miss Pritchard. Then it got worse as her pussy lips were tugged and pulled this way and that to give access to the razor. Wendy was thorough and kept stroking her pussy, presumably checking.