He eases himself just barely inside me, the thickness of his head pushing inside, forcing me open to fit tightly around him, I moan out, gripping his ...orearms. His head just in, he stills, allowing me to adjust to his thickness, my head resting back against the pillows. Our breathing is matched perfectly, I bite my bottom lip and feel my pussy clench, testing this foreign cock inside me. I love how perfectly painful it feels as I get accustomed to him. A nod and a moan is all he needs knowing. Lisa lost you when she carved you up like a Christmas turkey. You’re mine now and I’m not letting you go. Ever,” Kara promised me.“God, you must really love me!” I commented.“That’s one way of putting it. Another is that I missed you, too. Seven damn years. Far too long, baby. Far too fucking long and I’ve held a torch for you for all that time. Damn that Lisa for trying to hoard you like that and keep you away from me! Damn your family and hers for pushing you two back together again and. Phoebe pulled the apron off and tossed it onto the counter, then picked up two plates and turned towards him. Her nipples were stiff and perkily pointing upwards. She set the plates on the table and pulled an armless kitchen chair out from the table. “Sit down,” she ordered, and John sat down. He moved to face the table again, but Phoebe stopped him. Coming around to his front, she straddled the chair and sat down in his lap. John’s cock stood straight up between them. “You won’t get a meal. In November when I was 15, we had bussed down to St. Catherine's and humped their 4th and 5th form females, some twenty-two of them, and had come back that evening telling each other lies. The next week they showed us the game tape, as they called it, and criticized our techniques with the general advice to go slower and deeper and to be more sensitive to our partner's desires. We all wore numbered jerseys so the critique would be easier. Since most of us insisted on starting missionary, we.