I ask her to remove her also but she was saying this will be too much but somehow I mange to do an I un hook her button an open her zip of jeans and n...w I was in my jockey an she was just with her panty with pink color an now again I went on her an stared to plying with that beautiful boos and I could see that her nipple wear being tight and I was pinching them an sucking then I put my hand on her panty she was moaning ahhhhhh.I thought this is the time to go on further I rub her pussy very. "You know what I want."He got the message and damn near tore my new shorts off trying to get tomy ass. I wiggled out of them while motioning for him to lose whatever hehad left on. When he found his old thong snuggly holding my package, hesmiled at me before resting his own next to mine. I bit my lip as wecompared sizes before pulling my legs back and moving the string to theside.He paused at my entrance and looked back to see what I imagine was themirror of what I saw only moments ago. Then he. She said.Tom looked up at me, with a tentative look, almost as if he thought to stop upon hearing that it was hurting her, but he wasn't familiar with her fascination for pain like I was. I looked back at him, and said "keep on fucking from the bottom b*o, but only halfway like we're doing". His dick didn't miss a beat.Her pussy was getting ever wetter, and it was only a matter of time until she would be taking it all from both of us. That doesn't even begin to describe what it felt like. My high school girlfriend was my first. We had dated for over a year before I finally got to actually have sex. Then it was awkward to say the least. We did not have a rubber, I had to pull out, we really did not know what we were doing. We had done it five times and none of those times went real smooth or were real enjoyable. Then one of my girlfriends relatives died. Not like anyone she knew real well. But she had to go to the funeral and it was the next city over about an hour away from us..