"I..." Kirstin laughed and looked at the dildo that still protruded from her. "Guess I can't lie my way out of it. I was horny. Got a problem with it?... No, but I have the same problem." Henry went to her and took hold of the dildo. "What do you think you're doing?" Kirstin demanded."This." Slowly, Henry moved the dildo in and out of his stepsister's cunt. "How does that feel?" You- you can't-" Kirstin let out a moan. "Henry... ah, fuck! Stop!"Henry let go of the dildo. "You want me to stop?". Bobby, on the other hand, suddenly reflected on how inappropriate Mindy might think the topic of conversation was. He wondered how he had gotten roped into talking about it in the first place. For perhaps the thousandth time, his urge to be a hermit reasserted itself.His concern seemed to be borne out when Mindy responded. “Fascinating topic of conversation,” said Mindy. “Pray, tell me how we got on this subject.”“I asked Bobby why men like to look at women’s boobs, but he won’t answer me,”. ” A tall blonde girl waved as she closed the door behind her. I waved and said goodbye before realizing she was the last one to leave. Now it was just me and Miranda. We both sat on the couch, staring straight ahead at the TV. After a few minutes I worked up enough courage and put my hand on her thigh. She turned to face me and we locked eyes. Her normally soft green eyes were now wide and intense. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I pulled my hand away and silently cursed myself. I felt her hand on. I have had my cock in some very tight pussies before, her mother's being one just week before, but nothing, no one, and never have I felt one as confining and tight as this girl was. Soft, smooth, warm and very wet all made it possible, but nothing I did allowed me to just glide in and out or "drive" as was a man's natural tendency. Pushing in to Joan required strength and determination; it felt as if there was another force wrapped around her vagina, holding it tightly closed. But all of that.