"Will you show me how you make a baby with me, daddy? I really want to know!" I was buzzing with excitement, desperate to know how. This resulted in m... rocking my so called 'pussy lips', as my daddy calls it, against his 'cock' and making it stiffen against them. It sent a weird flare down my stomach."Of course I will, Victoria. But you must be a very good girl and do as I say or else you won't know how it works. It may feel slightly uncomfortable at first but you get used to it." I began to. Another time I’d gone in to that shop, mumbling “hullo” in response to Her knowing greeting. ‘It’s that wanker again, god I hope he’s not going to wet himself in my shop again, still he spends a fortune. Maybe I should lock the door till he’s finished?!’ I bet She was thinking. Bosomy Goddess Miss Caroline had appeared in one or two of the Tozerward mags as well as Parade and others, and my underpants had suffered a great deal of wetness as a result. She appeared on the covers of one or two of. If she wore shorts they were short and tight. Her attire for more formal occasions was less obvious but still fitted her bottom well. And she always wore heels whether it was at soccer practice or at the community theatre. After all, wearing heels gives those cheeks a saucy tilt. She soon became known, among the men, as the P. A. (perfect ass). And among the women, P. A. stood for pain in the ass.Terri was the subject of considerable speculation on the authenticity of her breasts. She never was. Sandro leaned over her, took hold of her wrists, “Relax, sweet one, relax. Breath out, and ...” and as she did he pushed forward.“Ohh, Sandro! Stop!” He did, for a moment, and then pushed again. With a few more attempts she cried out as the thick ridge of the helmeted head was in, her sphincter closing around it, tight on the top of his shaft. “Ahh, you’re inside me, you’re in my ass, oh my god, you’re in my ass!” They began to move, Sandro kissing her back of her neck, her shoulder, still.