Oh wow! You might think that it wouldn’t be tight, but once the tip was past her, it seemed to shrink, and began to convulse around his finger, and ...queezing the life out of it. She was half moaning, and half purring, rubbing her crotch into his hand. She bend her knees, pushing down against his finger, pushing it knuckle deep into her. She pulled away, and pulled her top cloth off, then her loin cloth, laying on her back and spreading her legs for him. He needed no further encouragement; he. “Tea is served madam,” I advised, fervently hoping that my young guest would be suitably impressed with my artistry and the Old Country Roses service. She smiled as I set down the tea tray. Zanya set the iPad aside, eyeing the tray and its offerings.“Shall I pour?” I asked. She smiled. “Right, then, I’ll be the mother.” Pouring two cups, I said, “Help yourself to milk, and sugar Zanya. The cookies too, if you please.” I realized I had put off an important function, too long. “Um, if you’ll. You see things that aren’t there. No one else can see them. Only you see what’s inside your brain. But when you see these things, things happen inside your brain. Like sparks, but not the kind that hurt. People can see these sparks, even though only you know what they do. What you see in your mind’s eye.”“You mean people can look at my brain?” she gasped.“Not directly Essie. No one would open you up to watch your brain. That would hurt you.”“Then how?”“Like I said, thoughts are like sparks. I don't want any surprises in nine months." I rolled a condom down over my cock. "Are you ready Cheryl?" I grabbed a pillow."God, yesss... Will. Put it in!"I lifted Cheryl up by the ankles. I put the pillow under Cheryl's ass. "Will, what are you doing?" Be patient. I'll show you. Put your ankles on my shoulders."I put my cock against the entrance to Cheryl's velvet tunnel. I pushed the tip in slowly. My cock slid in fairly easily. Cheryl wasn't as tight as my last two girlfriends, but her.