Taking the leash, Samantha put it through Cyndi’s legs and handed it to the slightly confused girl. Next Sam moved Robin’s head lightly, placing t...e business end of the dildo right up to Cyndi’s cunt, and pushed on the back of Robin’s head, forcing the toy into her friend.Messing with the strange straps, Robin had felt a bit awkward and naive, until her sister helped her, everything becoming clear. She’d never seen anything like it, of course, but, well, it might be kinda fun to have a pretend. Jean Marie (JM) Renard was French, he lived and worked in what, at the time, was West Berlin. Dominique Lagrange was French, she too lived and worked in the same city. Likewise Dominque Lagrange, her husband, was French, he lived and worked in West Berlin. Finally came myself the author, Christopher Cross, who was British and spoke French. Although I lived in London, I worked so frequently in West Berlin that I part shared the rental of a flat on the Stephenstrasse belonging to Jean Marie in. She did like the feel of being stretched and filled. That was very nice, once the initial discomfort of being a little too stretched and filled was gone. But, about the time she started enjoying things, he gave a sighing groan, and completed a ritual of manhood by cumming with his dick in a girl for the first time in his life.Of course he thought he had done a masterful job.“Wow that was great!” he panted. He was right too. It was great ... for him.Matilda, as so many young women do when their. "Wonder if his dick is bigger?" I asked myself as I pulled mine out and looked at it in the mirror.I tucked it away, "Later buddy," and went upstairs to the kitchen. The table was set for three, with Dad's usual spot empty, and Karen was not there yet. Mom stood at the stove, putting eggs onto a plate, and didn't say anything. She was wearing the same nightgown as the night before."Good morning Mom," I said cheerfully, "did you and Dad ... sleep good?" Sit down."I did. She turned around and.