I want you, need it. I plead with you to slide your cock into me just once. You say, I told you to be quiet and you push me toward the bed. You come f...rward toward my upturned ass and force me down onto the bed, my face buried in the pillow, you spread my legs apart. I can only hear as you unbuckle your belt, my pussy quivers at the thought of you finally giving me that cock that I crave so bad. You slide your belt off and trace the belt against my red stained ass. You tease me with the soft. “I’m still a virgin if I do this.” She consoled herself. “It’s training!” Claire figured that if she could enjoy the hair brush handle inside her, it would give her an idea what a real penis would feel like… She had slipped out of her nighty and thrown it onto the floor. The brush was lay next to her thigh. Her hands began working down her body slowly, stroking every inch of flesh. Her fingertips grazed over her breasts, her nipples, moving downwards across her soft stomach. Her breathing was. . That was not what I expected it to be like. At least, you could have told me once.Aunt: Congratulations, you are not a virgin anymore!Me: Thank you for taking away my virginity and fulfilling my dream. I love you.Aunt: Now the real fun begins, love.She started to jump on my cock and I was moaning and she was enjoying it a lot.Me: Ahhh Aahhh.. Yess baby.. keep going..Aunt: Ohh Yess Yess.. Finally, something other than carrot and radish inside me.After a few minutes of my aunt on top of me, she. “Thank you for indulging me and my silly desires. I have danced enough for one day.”Jean stood, swaying on his feet. He was clearly very drunk. Never before had Marguerite seen him indulge in wine so heartily. She stood and took his arm. “Shall we retire, my love,” she asked, concerned at his overindulgence.“Yes, it is late, and we have the joust on the morrow,” Jean declared, though his words came out greatly slurred. He tried to take a step and nearly fell. Marguerite grabbed him and tried to.