She heard them quietly enter her room while gawking at her open legs displaying her soaked creamy VERY HUNGRY dripping cunt. They then tested her wake...ulness by gently touching her arms and legs and find out what they could get away with. The most difficult part was stifling a screaming orgasm thinking about what she was about to let them do to her. She then felt two different hands gently caressing her upper arm and leg while working its way towards her cunt and nipples. When she didn't stir. After they got there, they got undressed and laid in his bed, in each other’s arms, talking. And, before they went to sleep, they once again made sweet, gentle love, very much like they had the night his parents had died. The tragedy that had befallen them was allowing them to grow even closer. The funeral service the next day was little better than the calling hours had been. Reverend Williams, the pastor of the church Frankie and his parents attended, droned on for what felt like hours,. If she wanted me, I was safe as far her parents were concerned.“And Stephen?”“Just a flirting affair to gain experience. But that nut doesn’t even hold me properly”.“But I saw you two kissing and cuddling. Aren’t you in love?”“Yes. But no more than that, no love-shove. I wanted him to touch me where it affects me and give me himself.”“What?”“Yes. I wanted him to touch, squeeze and suck my breasts and fuck me. But all that he did was to kiss me on my lips. He never allowed me to even touch his. ”I did as I was told. I felt the pressure of the large head against my opening.I looked in the mirror and saw the dildo bending in an arch under the pressure of trying to invade me. She kept up the pressure until the head popped inside me causing a spasm of pain shooting through my body.I let out a moan like a slut in heat and grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets, clinching me teeth.She continued her slow thrust pushing inch after inch into me. I was breathing heavy and moaning. I had never had.