I slowly slip my finger into your pussy and you moan out at the sensation of my finger sliding back and forth. Moving slowly at first, pulling almost ...ut and then being thrust back in.The tempo of my fingers increase, your back arches as your hands grab a fistful of towel. You scream out that you are cuming as I now slip two fingers into your pussy. I watch as you thrust your hips up, then down. With one final thrust of hips and fingers, you scream out in pleasure.Pressing my finger on your. " She thought. " He is the only man to have ever been this deep inside me." The sharpness of the pain is wearing down, although Morgan feels as wide and deep as the Grand Canyon now. Morgan whimpering like a beaten dog as she sat on the toilet to catch her breath. A rush of emotions hit her. She leans back deliberately and begins to cry. Tears streaming down her face and into her hands. Even her deceased husband, he never made her feel this...owned. The pain and sobbing is being replaced with a. Their conversation grew more animated, and I knew just what story Tony was telling because he had tried it out on us not too long before. That shuffle walk that accompanied the recurring chant was unmistakable, and the girls laughed at the right places. Better yet, they were no longer looking at me.Along about then the merchants began dismantling the sidewalk sale and closing up shop. The sun still had a way to go before it set, but it was time to head for the park and spread our blanket. . And, worse still, I learned last night that there boys who spy on couples having sex there.....I always wondered why some of the girls in the village got whistled at when they walked through: even if they weren't all that attractive. I used to think that it was because of the way they walked because they were already no longer virgin. But I discovered that some of the local boys hide in the bougainvillia bushes and watch as couples get undressed and have sex. I think I must have been nearly.