"It always hurts thefirst time, that's why it's called getting your Cherry Popped. You dowant to pop my cherry don't you?" I pouted at him."But what i... it hurts too much?"I was busy getting myself ready for him, "Then I'll say Cotton Candy." That doesn't make any sense," he said."Exactly," I was raising up even more, my hand guiding his cock frombehind me. "If we decide to play rough, and I'm sure we will you'llknow I'm not just playing." Ohhhh," he grinned as he felt himself pressing against. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. She stopped for a moment to open another gift, but she was soon back at it. She grabbed my cock just below the head, right at her cunt, and started moving it in a circular motion. She was loving it and it was driving me nuts. In one quick motion, she slid her hand down the shaft a little ways and thrust her hips back into me, ramming a couple more inches of my cock up inside her. She let out a sigh and I thought we were dead, but nobody. Karl compromised. “We have some surprises for you, my friend.” A taxi delivered Christine at sundown. We four sat in the den, sipping martinis and talking. I was the hostess, so had given Dimitri my plan. “Christine will be your date tomorrow night. Of course, you can have me again or Christine or both. Her fees are fair for our city and you can afford a couple of nights.” When Dimitri saw Christine, he whispered to me, “Any price would be fine.” While Christine and I were refreshing the. Petra is as smart and quick-witted as her great granddad, so she spotted the nice naughty needs of a virgin girl!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Professor Poet Peter has a hot gorgeous granddaughter, erotically educated by him from her days as his baby.Petra became writer as well. When she left his home for further studies she spent some time at French friends.Petra is author of.