”“But they’re gentle wings,” I said. “Almost like a butterfly’s...”“Uh-huh,” Deena inserted. “That guy flew that old biplane into ...UR new field. Cindy can’t WAIT to see it. That’s not a butterfly. That thing’s so ugly that the ground hates it, that’s why it flies...”“It’s a beautiful piece of aeronautical history,” I retorted.“It’s an ugly ol’ piece of farm equipment,” Deena stated.“It flies,” I returned. “So ... Butterfly.”“If that thing’s a butterfly, then a sledgehammer’s a surgical. Then I passingly imagined what Alex's tiny cock would feel like being stuck up my own ass. I began to pump my hips a little as I had seen in the videos and my cock began to make slight advances. I continued to rub Alex's cock. A little pre cum made it slippery in my fingers but it was very nice. He was moaning softly by this time. He was relaxed and and enjoying my cock buried deep in his ass. When I was all the way in at last I began to pumping a little bit harder and the bed shook beneath us. Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms. She moved against him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing so hard her tiny form shook. Gently, he rubbed her back while she cried. Mitch’s desire to soothe Kristin, though well-intentioned, was causing him problems. The pressure of her body against his, and her vulnerability, was turning him on. He pulled his hips back so she wouldn’t feel his erection. Kristin took a deep breath, leaned back in his arms, and gazed up at him. ‘That…that was. Timmy looked a bit embarrassed however he didn’t need to be feeling that way because as far as Sam was concerned it was all part of his education and I think she was only sorry that she missed out on most of it, she smiled as she walked out on to the patio just as Timmy nervously pulled up his pants.“How you feeling babes?” I asked and I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t all there yet definitely still feeling the effects she tried to smile. “Oooh I don’t know sir; it think it was the drink.