Sinking fully into her hole I groaned. I kissed her as she wrapped her legs around me.Leaving her no time to get adjusted to me I started to pull out,...leaving just my head in her before driving my full length into her hard and fast, her moans and groans sounding like music to my ears. Her hands ran over my hand, soon clawing at my back in ecstasy. My cock throbbed as her pussy tightened, the thrill of the situation brings us both close to our orgasms. I bit my bottom lip in a vain effort to. "Sorry about that, but I refuse to be subsidized by dear old dad." I don't care. I like to walk," she replied, shy again as she followed him up the granite steps which led into the pocket- sized vestibule and lobby of the building.Justin dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a ring of keys, selecting the correct one to unlock the front door. Then, moving down the dimly illuminated and narrow hallway, he led Pam upstairs to his apartment.She followed right behind him; able to hear. Mai padhai karne lga bat chor nazar se uske boob ko baar baar dekh rha tha. Usne mujhe uska boob dekhte hue fir pakad liyaKanchan: kya dekh rhe ho.Me: kuch nhi mam.Kanchan: dekho tum abi bache ho ye sab baad mai karna thoda bade ho jao apne pero par khade ho jao fir ye sab karna.Mai fir padhai karne lga. Uska baby so gya or wo uth kar bahar chali gyi or kaam karne lgi.Uske jaane k baad mai uske boobs k bare mai soch kar apne lund ho sehla rha tha. Achanak hi wo room mai aai or mujhe dekh liya. Part Two; At My Digs I had them strip as soon as we got there. When I saw they both wore cartoon panties, age regression was a done deal. Women who wear cute little babyish underpanties are begging to be age-regressed, practically infantized. They visualise themselves as coy and as cute as possible, and want to be filled with wonder in a virginal sweetness that is now part of their past, but of which they have fond memories. Memories of sensations, new exciting, loving, warm, sensations.