My hands continued to massage her perfect teenage boobs and, between licks, I whispered in her ear "I want to teach you how good it is to be with a wo...an. Before we go on, I want to hear you say it. I want you tell me you want this as badly as me. Tell me what you want Jenna." "God, please don't stop. I've never been this horny before," she moaned. "I want you to teach me. I'll do anything you want." "Anything Jenna, are you sure?" Then I pushed her limits with what I asked next. "Will you be. Then, silence. I couldn't move. He couldn't move either.He looked puzzled, trying to think of what to say. It was as if he didn't have the intention of doing that. Like it came naturally."Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he said, putting his thumb and index fingers on his forehead, like pinching his eyebrows. "I didn't intend to. I used to do this to your mom. I just got carried away." Then he thought for a second and looked ashamed, "Christ, and I shouldn't have said that either."I kept looking at him,. Many were intimidated by the size of the crowd and said very little. Tyler Smith was a different story. When asked if he wanted to speak to the crowd, he strode forward to the front of the stage. Then he slowly raised his shirt so all could see his stomach. Just above his navel was a round purple looking bruise about as big around as a baseball. It took a few seconds for the crowd to realize what they were looking at before cheers and whistles erupted anew. ‘Don’t try to tell me that was an. The whole bed creaks and moans as Lonnie treats Nancy’s hole like a cheap toy.Nancy doesn’t feel the pain any more. Her pussy is an ocean of wetness as the older man hammers his cock in and out of her. Twitches of pain and squeals of discomfort have turned into writhing moans of pleasure. Desperately she raises her hips to Lonnie, trying, desperately, to get him deeper inside her.“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god please. Lonnie. Fuck me more. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me.”“Ohhhh.