“OK, Emma. Take a deep breath and relax," I softly spoke. I placed the tip of my cock on her arsehole. “I love you, Emma, and I don’t want to hu...t you.”“I love you, Francis, and I won’t let you hurt me," she replied.“Take a deep breath.” As she breathed in I slowly pushed myself into her. At first, my cock flexed as her hole resisted entry but soon the combination of force and lubrication saw the knob pop through her ring. Emma gave a groan indicating some discomfort.“Are you OK?” I. He looked surprised and for an awful moment he thought he was going to accuse her of wantonness. He had once done that when she had made a suggestion about going on top in their love-making. She had not risked any such suggestion again. He was the man. He should take the initiative.But now he kissed her again and she felt his hand roving down her thigh until it came off the hem of her skirt and caressed her leg. Slowly his hand crept up under her skirt and she opened her legs to allow it access. Eventually, of course, the water started cooling so I figured I’d best finish my bathing and get out. I shaved my legs, under my arms and my pussy, which I always kept bald. I enjoyed the smooth feeling and the sensation of clothes rubbing against my naked pussy. I looked at the clock. I still had time. Shaving my pussy always got me excited. So I slid fingers along my slit. With the bubbles in the water, and my juices already soaking my pussy, I had no problem putting some fingers inside. I. " She felt a little guilty for drinking the wine so quickly, but nevertheless she picked up bottle and glass and took them with her as she strolled toward her bedroom. Atilla again followed his newfound mistress, and instinctively, he licked her smooth hand to impart his growing attachment to her. His warm wet caress across the back of her hand almost made Lisa drop the bottle, and she shivered in shock from some unexplainable emotion that suddenly knotted the insides of her belly."D-Don't do.