I place my manhood at the tiny portal through which I must enter. I am not sure I will make it into the girl's vagina. I am hard and I push. I am in a...d past what is left of the hymen. I must have shredded it completely.Ann whimpers a little and Lillian strokes Ann's hair, and rubs the girl's temples. I have stopped moving. Ann is as tight as I have ever experienced. She is also dry. If it isn't for the Vaseline, this simply would not be happening. As it is, I start in a little more and then. You might see them arranged in strings and braids; complex, ornate and infinitely expansive in a completely non-fractal way — just as likely to be arranged in smooth and elegant patterns or wild, disorderly tangles and knotty clusters.All the facets of reality are like a web woven by a drunken spider caught within a capricious wind, but woven in every direction at once, and through more dimensions than there are senses to perceive them.A string of facets can be in phase with each other, making. I still love her deeply, who could not, for she was beautiful, perhaps a few extra pounds now, but they all seemed to have gone to the right areas. Her bust was probably a cup size bigger, as were her hips, but her waist and legs were still trim. We started to discuss our fantasies in bed, but as we were both sexually naive, this didn't get us very far. The only spark was when she admitted that she liked it when I was bossy towards her, ordered her about sexually and such. I on the other hand,. ”“Hmmm, that sounds very sexy,” she responded. “And what does that entail?”“Well... if you were preparing for a date at this very moment Ian would be helping you. He would have run a nice bath for you, helped you undress and made sure that you had a nice glass of wine to help you relax.”“That sounds wonderful.”“He would, of course, also help you bathe and take care of any personal grooming.”“Personal grooming?”“Make sure that your pubic mound is to your lover’s taste,” he explained. “As you.