"I-I-I-I'm Ally."Little time for pleasantries, I tried my best not to bleed all over the seat of the nice car, holding a rapidly reddening handkerchie... to the torn and gaping wound. A relatively short journey seemed to take forever as Ally continued to offer reassurances. Easing into a driveway the girl alighted briskly with a vow to come back straight away with help. Keeping her word, she returned with an older woman, presumably her mother. In my pained state, I assessed they were probably. If you insist. But I can't make the same promise. After all, we don't want him to suffer."Susan frowned, grumbling some more. "If you must, I suppose." In truth, she hated to miss out on the fun if her son's penis was involved, so she was half-tempted to cancel her church plans. Then she paused and reconsidered. She added shyly, "That said, maybe you could, you know ... I'm not keen on her touching it just yet, but maybe she could at least see it, in all its fully erect glory. And ... and .... The 1st finger went in easy, so I put the second one too. And was even more curios if I can put in 3, I put my 3rd finger and she was gone mad. And making loud noises was shaking my dick.I rolled her down and tried putting my dick. She said it won’t go in. I asked why? she said, it doesn’t. ” I enquiried with my gyne, he says it’s too small for sex.”I tried putting my dick in but, it didn’t go in. She said it hurts, I was trying to be sensitive as possible. And it was really irritating, and. She had beautiful body to go with it and a matching arse, but her best feature was her feet. Her skin was like butter and she had a rose tattoo on her foot. She had the sexiest Russian accent to go with that rocking body; it would get you hard every time she spoke. She was working in a small clothes shop, (it does not matter which one). I walked into the store, and there she was standing behind the cash register. We started talking about old times, and she told me that she owned the shop. I was.