Moving first, yanking the front of them downward followed by him pulling the panties over her hips leaving both of them nude.My mind compared his dick...to mine, realizing I had at least an inch maybe an inch and one half greater but the girth, maybe a year in age did something but without doubt I had an enormous dick compared to his. What happened next came as a surprise, Billy’s kisses trailed down her torso over her belly then into the fine downy black hairs of her bush prompting Sandra’s legs. "The boys started to call me 'Snap Snatch'" I was horrified. "I'm so sorry,” I encouraged. “That was a dreadful experience. You don’t have to go on if it upsets you to tell me. ” She smiled again. “It feels good to talk. Is that usual afterwards?” “It’s very common,” I laughed. “It’s called ‘pillow talk’.” “Pillow talk? I like it!” she said, “so ours is ‘Hot Tub Talk’?” “I suppose so.” She smiled as if really pleased. “Well, that put me off boys for a long time. I don’t think I’ve recovered. She blushes takes my hand and pulls me out of the bed room I ask her where we are going she says you have to learn if your going to be a parent the last thing you do before you go to bed you check the c***dern to make sure they are ok. We went in Tina had kicked her covers off I tucked her back in Giselle checked the other two and we went back into our room she put her arms around my neck kissed me a long loving kiss and said I have waited my whole life to do that with the man I love. I sit her. My sixteen-year-old brother Bob usually did it. Dad’s words made me feel all grown up and I remember asking him if it was as easy as milking a goat, because I usually did that helping Mum, before she left and have carried on with the eight she had and made a cheese from. Their milk goes to a neighbour now for cheese. Dad told me that it was and that I’d get the hang of it quick enough, but if I had any trouble he’d be found on the BankTop hill tending to the Friesian herd. That herd was huge.