My dick found its way to her entrance. I pushed a little and she said, "Slowly, slowly, I know it will hurt at first." She was so wet the head of my c...ck went in easily, but she was so tight I didn't know how much deeper I could go, but continued pushing. I felt her trying to adjust to me, then her legs wrapped around my ass and she moaned, "More, more, deeper!" I pushed forward, but I saw her grimace as tears formed in her eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "it really hurt but. In addition, as all previous attempts to curb her seeming disregard of the civil codes had been disastrous, or, at best, were of indeterminate effect, she was granted 'Carte Blanche' status; complete freedom to do as she wished. She was not to be brought before judgment again, ever.Although delighted with the assurance of her continued survival as a free being, Béla wasn't sure it was a good idea to give her that much freedom. Most of the 'improvements to civilization' that she was aware of had. Suddenly I was red. I could feel my dick out of my boxers. The real problem was both of the girls had hold of it. Trish’s hand was down low holding me next to my pubic bone with Delta’s hand over the top of hers. There was still more dick sticking out past Delta’s hand. My hands were trapped under the two girls so I couldn’t move. I thought that Carol was angry or going to get angry, but then I realized she was stifling a giggle.Carol grinned at me and whispered softly, “You had best figure out. ”“I care about you. They played Virginia a couple of weeks ago and you missed the game. What were we doing that was so important?”“I was with you. We lost anyway. And then the orange team beat up on Virginia. Please don’t tell me you’re a Clemson fan.”“No. Want some breakfast?” I thought about pulling her chain and decided better of it. A lot of Southern women are true football fans. Probably more so than in any other part of the country. Definitely more so.We had breakfast and laid out our.