Whether or not this was always a hidden part of my nature, or whether this is the product of so much abuse and isolation, matters little in this momen... of penetration. As Pollard presses him self against me, his right hand guiding the head of his cock into the warm orifice he has chosen to enter, I feel an intense pleasure that sweeps aside any considerations of consequence. I arch my back as far as I can to allow his girth into the tightness that for a few moments frustrates him then cry out. .we were both kissing and licking all over each others chest, and neck..I worked my way down to her pants and slid them off, to expose tight little panties and her cock outlined pushing out..gently I kissed her cock over her panties and was licking all over her inner thigh and her ass, she moaned while running her hands through my hair..I pulled off her panties, to see this six inch cut cock, it seemed bigger because she was waxed..I played with it for a minute before I put my lips on it, and. She turned to my mommy and said, "Julia, this was Helen's changingtable when she was a child and that over there was her crib."I looked over where Miss Mary was pointing and saw a pretty bed it waswhite and had high rails on each of its sides. One side of the railsclosest to us was lowered. It was bigger than my baby brother's cribthat used to be mine, twice if not three times the size and had stuffedanimals in all the corners. My mommy smiled and said, "I am sure Angelwill enjoy sleeping in it. Crossing her legs with a swishing sound of the nylons against each other, she picked up the parcel, slowly ripped it open and retrieved the softest, longest, finest, most beautiful pair of French k** black leather gloves she had ever laid eyes on. The sight, aromatic scent and feel of these glorious looking gloves which were manufactured in the 1960's were like nothing she had ever experienced before. Unfolding the gloves to their length, she laid them across her lap then retrieved the.