There hadn't been much pain, just a sharp tingling sensation, and very little blood. There'd been nothing to it physically, really, but mentally she'd...suffered a great deal. She could just imagine explaining to a husband some day that a hair brush handle had gotten her maidenhead. Cherry, as Betty had called it when she'd asked if it was still intact.Stacy had been evasive by saying that she'd never had sexual intercourse. Betty had been surprised, stating that she'd lost her cherry when only. .. shooting his load toward my prostate.“Well, well ... such a fine dick ... God, I love that you finally took my ass the way that you should ... You own it, after all. It’s yours. Always yours. Right, Kara? Your husband totally owns my ass. He always has, even if he never knew it until now,” Dana blushed as she kissed both of us.“My sentiments exactly. This ass is his, too. Saul so fucking owns it ... and I wish that I had made that plainer to him a long time ago. Then he would know that he. But these were something else!After their amazing meal, John took his beautiful wife dancing. Not the hot, sweaty, overstuffed club type dancing with its loud music and crowded dance floor, but very sophisticated, ball-room dancing - the kind she liked most of all. Becky enjoyed going clubbing, but for their anniversary, he wanted to keep things classy and refined. They had gotten dressed up and he wanted to show her a dressed up time.When they got home, both were in a very good mood. Becky had. My mother had made me go to one of those christian colleges, where everyone is holy and pure, but I managed to find the one or two studs who were into fucking. I honed my skills on them. Of course they felt horribly guilty about their sinful lusts. One even volunteered for missionary work in South America, no doubt as recompense for his sins. That college was not my idea. My mother made me go there, but then, she paid all the bills. I could feel my father's knees quiver as I held his legs and.