He was certain that it had been their mere unavailability that had brought on this avid need for them in the first place.Probing farther into her slim... sheath, he found Nancy's hymen. There wasn't much to it. Just a thin circle of membrane with a hole in the center large enough to accept his finger. He pushed on through the opening and buried his digit to the last knuckle in her tunnel."Ken! Oh, wow! Why are you doing this to me? I'm going ape! My legs feel so weak! Jeez! Oh, gosh!"Nancy wasn't. She went to her desk and pulled out a hair tie. She pulled her hair tightly back into a ponytail. Then walked over and closed and locked her door. She stood in front of her dad and took her towel off and tossed it onto the bed. Dad, she said don't look away look at me. He raised his head slowly looking at her. He looked her in the eyes. Again she said it's okay dad. He looked at her feet how calloused dancing had made them but they were beautiful. Then up to her dancer's legs. He thought how. Simultaneously stroking at her clit with her thumb, Holly lifted her head up from the table so she could watch her frig herself, becoming even wetter at the sight of her hand grinding back and forth inside her pants.Biting her lip with the pleasure, Holly removed her hand from her thong and raised it to her mouth. Removing her left hand from her boob, she lifted herself slightly off the floor, using it to help herself wriggle free of her wet knickers, hauling them down to her knees. Holly. There was no one else in the room but me and those bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, tits..."Let me see that cock," a voice whispered. I immediately shed my own pants, my attention never swaying from Jessica's heaving bouncing chest. Beneath me, Melanie was down on her knees, my stiff little cock on one side and Grant's twisted fat boner on the other. "Shit, b*o," Grant sneered, "You've been fucking this chick with that thing? How do you even tit fuck her? Boobs like hers need a cock that can.