Mine, too. I’m scared, but ... I want this. I want you to share this with me. I’ve wanted this so badly.”Clint led us into the house. The faint ...mell of lemon polish filled the air, the house clean, the hardwood floors polished. He led us towards stairs that led down into a basement, the walls plain cinder blocks, not painted. I shivered as he led us down into the cooler space, my skin pimpling with goose bumps. My small breasts, not constrained by a bra, jiggled, rubbing my hard nipples. It was his cock and he was forcing it into me, pushing it in as far as he could without stopping. I felt pain like I have never felt before and then a feeling of fullness as he cock filled my canal right up to his balls until they were resting against my thighs. Thankfully, he waited for me to get used to his size and thickness before starting to fuck me. He started slowly but before long, he was using long strong thrusts that would refill my canal completely. I could feel his engorged. This was one of the reasons I had picked today to make my decision known.We got dressed though the weather was much warmer than in the mountains. There was no snow on the ground and if some ever came the populous would be in shock for it was fairly rare. My clothing I found was just a bit snug so I assumed I was growing again. The girls had seen some things in a catalogue and this inspired them to experiment. All three females had worked to make an original piece and got the boat to do the work. I had to move my arms so she could slip it off me, but I replaced them as soon as I could, revelling in the satin, silky smoothness of her skin as she undid my shorts and pushed them down. As soon as I was naked, she lay back on the bed and spread herself, holding her arms out to me. It was very tempting, but I could see she was still trembling.She was small, like most Filipinas, though stockier than most; her breasts, barely a B cup, if that, were conical, the nipples flat in the areolae. As.