.. it hurts... you are stretching my cunt too much... noooo god nooo stop... ooohh stop... that hurts... it won't go any further." Don, stop. Let her ...ive you a blow job." I planned on fucking my bride's cunt for the rest of my life and I didn't want it damaged."She'll be just fine, man. She just has to get used to it. I'll go slow." No she won't. Don't make me come up there." She'll be fine. Tell your husband Gina." Don't move for a while then Don... let me get used to you... it's so huge.... On my mobile send your email id and I will send you the links. Go thru them and call me if anything is not clear. If I am busy with work then I will call back seeing the missed call.Mansi : – Thank you Sarika. I am lucky to have you as a friend.I thought I am lucky too as you lift my spirits with your beauty whenever you are around me.My wife briefed me about her situation with the assurance that I shouldn’t ever let Mansi feel that I know all this. I said okay. So input I got that her hubby. Pressing both palms of his hands into my flanks, he slowing raised my dress until the cool evening air wafted across the exposed flesh above my stocking tops. He pressed hard against me, preventing my bunched dress from dropping and aided such, dropped both hands down to cluch the hemline, and in doing so, sent the equivlant of an electric shock on my clitoris, as he touched my bare skin.I felt the pressure ease off my buttocks as the hemline of my dress was raised over them and pushed all the. So it happened that the thirty-one year old Countess gave her hand in marriage to her twenty-five year old brother, who had never thought to take a bride before. Thus did both secure their progeny, and by this means preserve their family and rule. From that day forward, the Count and Countess reigned in tandem, though the Countess held the superior power of rank.Despite the peace that therefore filled the land, there were many worries that the time of their sovereign's fertility would soon.