I can't stop kissing you. Pushing you back against the wall, I pull your skirt up. You are not wearing panties!I unzip my pants allowing my hard shaft...to appear. I place it in the valley between your legs and gently thrust in and out of your wetness, knowing I am sliding over your clit and your eager, wet vaginal opening. I don’t care if you’re wetness flows onto my pants.I feel your swollen vulva moving against my hardness, searching for the bulbous head to penetrate them.Your kisses. Marge sat at Rob's feet and held his drink for him as she watched the exchange going on around her. She never spoke unless spoken too, and only if her brother, or Tim, wished it.Wendy spoke up, "No one can please a woman like another woman my dear." Her mothers moist lips grazed her naked knee."Well, I can't comment on that," Louise looked awkward towards the two lesbians and the obvious devotion, and lust the mother had towards her daughter, "but my husband can please me well enough right. ”“I bet that made your mom happy!” she laughed.“Let’s just say it only served to reinforce our relationship.”“It was that bad?”“Nightmarish,” I said.“May I ask a very personal question?”“If not here, then I don’t know where,” I said.“Your first time. Did you think about it?”“I was fourteen. She was twenty-three. She offered. How long do YOU think I thought about it?” I smirked.“A nanosecond, if that!” she laughed. “As I said, pure, not ignorant!”“My turn for a personal question,” I.
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