He wasn't strong enough anymore to continue to work.But she was strong enough! She flexed the manly black arms that hadonce belonged to her husband, p...eased to feel so strong. Sandra waseven prouder of her family's interior strength, though. Life hadthrown a lot of curves at her family lately, particularly at herhusband and son who would, in the future, be members of the curviergender, but they had all done quite well in adapting to thosechanges. She knew several people who had committed. Ok, I think now it is time to soften the blow I place my hands on her shoulders and ask, “Are things all right at home?” She looks at me questioningly.“How are things with your husband; can he satisfy you in bed?” She barely whispers, “No.”“He doesn’t understand your needs does he?”“No…” “You have these dark thoughts, from deep inside.”“Yes.” she admits.“You’ve never been able to tell him have you?” “He wouldn’t understand. He needs me to be a good wife. If I told him that he’d think I was a. She was smart, cute, funny, short, a runner, a daughter, a sister, a student, a pretty good cook, and... well, you get the idea. If you could get inside Ginny's head and see what she thought she was, it wouldn't be any of those things. When she really thought about it, when she looked in a mirror, when she woke up late at night, when she gossiped with her friends, she always came back to one thing: she was a virgin!This wasn't any particular plan or belief of hers, nor a concerted effort to. Please. I wanna cum," Ashley said.I didn't hesitate. I slid my fingers between her legs, caressing her pubic hair, and without a word, slid one finger inside her pussy. She gasped. I slid another one inside her pussy. She gasped again."Kiss me. Please. I wanna do it. Kiss me," Ashley said.I didn't hesitate. The kissing started immediately. My two fingers were inside her sixteen year old pussy. She was gasping. And then she tightened up. I swear to fuck she was going to break my fingers. She.