“This is going to hurt a little,” I whispered to her.“I know,” she said. “Be gentle.”“I’ll try.”I backed out a little then I revers...d directions and placed the head right on the membrane. Applying constant pressure to her barrier, it stretched then gave way and I was through. She gave off a muffled cry as I came to a stop. “Are you alright?” I asked.“Just like I’ve always heard, it hurt like hell. Can we wait a second so I can catch my breath?”“This is all your call, Bobbi. I’m just. I didn’t know what to do, and before I knew it…I loved her.’ She sobbed once, then regained control of her emotions. Travis didn’t like to see her lose control of herself. Yvoine was in the other room, carefully bound, hand and foot, to the bed, but Travis knew she could hear every word. It didn’t matter. Yvoine would never admit to having heard anything. He smiled at Sara. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘It’s good you’re in love with her.’ She looked at him quizzically. ‘I don’t understand…’ ‘You need to. We moaned together as I pressed my still hard, still leaking cock deep, slowly stroking her inside. After a few minutes, I found I was still very hard, and nearing orgasm again. I fucked her little body very hard, and came twice more, shooting my reserves into her already completely filled pussy. I felt a little leaking out as I came again the second time, dripping onto my balls, and down into her ass crack. We kissed, our moaning lips opening as our waves of pleasure hit us, her young lips. " Breakfast, hell!" Judy whispered with a grin. "That was hours ago. This is just a little snack."Joyce remembered that Judy was the mother of Michael Morris and married to a Marine hero. Just then a younger woman stopped to just look at the scene. Looking at her, Joyce was amazed to see that she was crying but for no apparent reason. Judy had just finished nursing the baby and now cuddled her in her arms. The child made a series of noises, all of which were different, but all of which sounded.