We'd been to the local theatre in town and enjoyed the operatic society's interpretation of "Madame Butterfly" she'd even cried at the end and kicked ...e when I laughed, life was good, I thought as I eased the car out onto the main road just as the foreign juggernaut came round the curve on the wrong side of the road.Jenny screamed, I wrenched the wheel hard and thought just for a second that I'd got away with it, but the driver swung his wheel too and still forgetting that in Britain, we drive. As I walked in, Carla grabbed me, wrapped her arms around me and rubbed her tits all over me. She tongued me passionately, right in front of Janine. I opened a new bottle of wine and, with my arm around Carla, sipped from my glass while we chatted. I stroked her bare skin. I couldn't help myself, it felt so good. Janine didn't seem to think anything about any of this. After I had consumed a couple of glasses, Carla and Janine excused themselves from the room and both went to the bathroom which. However, his cock was so wide and thick that it was stretching out my pussy a little too quickly and it hurt. I asked him to slow down, because it hurt, and he did. I then felt his cock being pushed slowly into my pussy spreading apart the pussy lips. He was good. He wasn’t hurting me and I felt the head make it past my pussy lips getting inside of me and then the rest of his shaft slowly penetrating me until his pelvis hit mine and his balls hit my ass. He started pulling it out and pushing it. He quickly looked away flustered. Over the next couple of minutes, he continued to take quick peeks between my legs as he continued the massage, his face redder than hell itself. I purposely would open and close my legs slightly to distract him. As he switched feet, I asked, So, how was school today? He sighed, Boring as usual. Any hotties on the horizon? Not even on the radar, he replied, his confidence still non-existent. Why not? I asked, letting out a soft moan from his massage, adding, you.