Because it hurt.And the thing that hurt wasn't that Cait was cheating on me. Well, that hurt too of course but not so much that she was actually doing...it but that she had told me so many times that she would never do it and I had idolized her for that and now this perfect person that would never cheat on me wasn't so perfect after all and that 'fall from grace' thing hurt.But what hurt the most was seeing Lucy like that and the thing that kept running through my head was 'That should have been. I apologize sir.” Mrs. Waxerman quickly said.“Some girls call them a cunny or a honey pot too. It’s considered derogatory to refer to a vagina as a pussy or a cunt though. Have you ever heard your aunt say either of those words?”“Never!” All three boys chorused together.“Victoria, I’d like you to tell me whether or not your vagina is lubricating as is you niece’s. But use the word ‘cunt’ in the sentence. Boys, watch her face as she answers.Mrs. Waxerman’s eyes narrowed and if possible, she. She probed deeply with her tongue, sliding it up inside of the cunt-hole and licking out and over her huge engorged clit. Your cunt tastes so good! Naomi whimpered, smacking her lips moistly at Megans protruding clit. Youve got such a sweet pussy! Naomi sucked and lapped at the firm cunt flesh until Megan was gasping for breath. The pretty girl on the bottom squirmed her ass and spread her knees still wider. Ive got to get at your cunt! Megan moaned weakly, reaching out and squeezing the firm. Kissing his way down her chest to her breasts. Nibbling on her nipples, twisting them with his fingers, licking them with his tongue, feeling them grow in his mouth. She had the prettiest breasts he had ever seen. She was whimpering from the erotic feel of his mouth covering her nipple, his fingers twisting and rubbing the unoccupied one. She wanted him in her, to feel the throbbing warmth of his shaft thrusting deep with in her womanhood. The pulse of his heart beating with in her. Their.