She could remember the searing pain very well but was searching for words, "It's ... it's sort of like slamming your finger in a door - but it's your ...ottom!" Priscilla stared, half comprehendingly, for she certainly knew the excruciating pain of slamming her finger … but her bottom?" Anna continued, trying to clarify this rather startling simile, which she had never thought of before, "You know … you kind of hear a sudden “hisss” for a split second … ending in a ‘whack’, and … ““And what?!”. Her pussy was glistening with her sweet teenage juices. I couldn’t believe how much her pussy looked like her mother’s. She had a jet black racing stripe just like mom with a tight looking labia and her swollen clit protruding just above her opening. I spread her pussy lips open, gazing upon her pink glistening inner flesh as she whimpered and moaned softly. “God Becky, your pussy is gorgeous just like your mother’s.” I moaned out as I cupped her soft butt flesh, picked her up and sat. “Too much?” he inquired. “Not at all,” I replied. I pushed my ass back against him rotating my hips forward and back in rhythm with his thrusts, his cock now pressed firmly between my ass cheeks. He began to moan. “Oh my god this feels so good,” he whispered brokenly. With his fingers gripping my hips harder, his torso began to heave and twitch. I could feel his cock began to pump, shooting a few small arcs of cum between my ass cheeks and on to my tail bone. He pulled my hips back against. But really, there was no comparison. Stan was patient, loving and willing to share himself completely with her. He took his pleasure in making their pleasure as great as possible, and his love for her made skill, stamina or size less important.Denise needed to pee, so she got up. She winced slightly as she did, reminding herself that last night it had been just as well he wasn't the largest of lovers. She padded into the bathroom, had her pee and then turned on the shower.She hadn't been in the.