Within seconds, it was hard as rock again. He shuffled himself further onto me, so that his dick was now pressing against my slit, sliding in. He reac...ed down and manoeuvred his cock into my opening with his hands. Then, once he had an inch inside me, he replaced his hands on my breasts. He pushed forward, feeling my tight cunt pressing against him. Then, he reached my hymen. He stopped. I held my breath, preparing myself for what was to come. Suddenly, with animal force he slammed against it,. .. orgasm."Kira looked me over, still surprised. Her brown hair, pulled back in a pony tail, seemed almost as cute as when she had dressed up for our... thing... the week before."You stopped caring about having an orgasm, until our... party," Kira said, trailing off, the exact word escaping her. "Well, were you finally able to orgasm because you enjoyed... well, let's just say it, because you enjoyed touching Rebecca, or because I was fingering you?"I felt my face turn red with embarrassment,. He licked her neck and said: “Can you feel how hard I am. That’s because your pussy is touching my cock. Can you feel it?”She pressed against his body again but she still didn’t say a word. “Why don’t we put the head inside your pussy and if you want, I can push it all the way in. Then if you want to sleep, I’ll just leave it there. That way it will help your pussy adjust to the thickness and I can feel how wet and slippery you are. I can also fuck you again if you need fucking. Do you need. Arbitrarily designating 'WAY OUT' as EAST (it was) and NOON(it wasn't), Opening Number One held the Eye and Puddle. Eleven O Clock was her label.Eventually, Wendy would become confused as to which passage went where. Thank God for orange dayglow paint.Passage number two, Ten o Clock, had an upward slope to it. Wendy reached the end ... there was a blast of cool air, the odor was of old books and paper.Not as crawly as 'WAY OUT', never the less, it was hands and knees, and a couple of stomach.