I moved my finger into the entrance and gave a little push past the arse muscles, I was in and she pushed back so I was up to the last knuckle of my f...nger. I moved in and out pushing quite hard, could she take pain I wondered, yes she could as I pushed hard as far as I could. I was right in and she was loving it, she was squeezing her legs together in and out, in and out, pressing her erect clit and trying to squeeze out an orgasm, I left her at it as she was also wanking my cock wonderfully. Leaning back I looked at her bare breasts for the first time " Liz your breasts are so pretty" I heard my voice say and she smiled. Her bosoms were cones of white flesh capped with red nipples and areola, hard nipples. I kissed Liz and cupped her left breast, the tip hard in my palm and her soft titty so sweet to touch. She whispered "wish my breasts were larger for you" as my hands fondled her bare breast and I answered "your breasts are perfect" and she blushed and smiled.The numb of her. Some people use the psychoanalyst Freud's point of view to explain that this story describes the self that defeats me. Others believe that it is a symbol of the relationship between men and women. Inevitably, this story has become a tool for instilling into people's sexual ethics that conform to the structure of the times. The storyteller conspires to manipulate both the consciousness and the subconscious, and the story implies that women seduce men, men **** virgins, or young girls are young. Jenny heard squealing and realized it came from her. She didn't think she could feel more pleasure than she felt from the orgasms that Dr. Ceres gave her when eating her out. She was wrong. This time her whole body came. A deep flush spread all over her and her pelvis thrust up and down as if she were riding some imaginary cock. If she hadn't been so weak from Dr. Ceres's massage she might have thrown herself off the table. To her mortification, Jenny felt a warm wet feeling between her legs..