Came on her so that the knob of my prick just touched her pussy lips. Ganga looked at me ardently. Some how she taken this final consummation as some ...ery reverential, holy. She slowly lifted her face to look at the ceiling. Arched her body in such a way as if she devotedly presenting pussy to me, her new found lover. My erect dick made the first entry into her love tunnel. Other than her own husband, I was the first man to enter her. She inadvertently closed her thighs a bit. I waited. I. But … oh, Cindy, I don’t know what to tell you next! She’s fucking PERFECT!’ ‘Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong next,’ Cindy hinted quietly. Betty paused and seemed to shrink a little. She regarded her friend almost shyly. ‘What makes you think something’s wrong?’ Cindy paused a few seconds. ‘What is it, Betty?’ she asked tenderly. ‘Damn, girl, you can see right through me, can’t you?’ Betty fidgeted and wrung her hands together. ‘Whatever it is, it’s probably all in your mind,’ Cindy said. They had tried to go to the pool the day before in the afternoon but the place was packed. This morning no one had been here until just as Jake and his family was getting out. A couple and a young teenage had come in. The boy had immediately jumped into the pool his parents took their coffee magazines and newspaper and sat a few lounge chairs down from where Jake had put his family’s things. Jake's wife had gathered the his two boys and taken them up to the room to start getting them ready for. Steetch wrapped her up in a giant hug, and squeezed her until sha had a hard time getting a breath, which just made her chuckle harder, blowing snot all over his shirt, which made her laugh louder, and so on. Steetch just held her until the waterworks were over. "I know," he said. "Only three rubbers left." Hardcase giggled, hiccoughed, and started crying again. "I'm sorry I am such a whiney bitch." she sobbed. Steetch sighed, and mentaly prepared himself to have to change his shirt later..