Slowly, I guided my cock to the entrance to her pussy, and placed it there, without putting it in. I looked into Amanda's eyes, as she nodded and wig...led, trying to get my cock in her. Slowly, I entered her wetness, and the tight velvet vice gripped my cock as I pushed in. The feeling was unlike any I had ever had, including the blowjob my girlfriend gave me a year ago. She moaned slightly as my cock stretched her pussy. I figured she hadn't been fucked in at least 3 years, unless the. Every Sunday afternoon the church’s page posted video clips of the service (another innovation suggested by Mister Ted) and Emily kept checking the page hoping to catch the praise band, and a glimpse of Ted. Emily had a thing for him, just like all the others, and she was hoping he had done a solo in today’s praise band music, so she could see a close-up. Youth Minister Ted Carson sat at his computer, waiting for the video file of today’s service clips to upload. He wasn’t as tech-savvy as many. Then her back arched. When her muscles relaxed from that tight contraction, she went limp, and desperately gasped for breath. “Damn,” he muttered. Gayle whimpered three or four times before her lips managed to form the word, “J-jesus!” “Good?” Her eyes opened and she chuckled, but a lingering pulse of orgasmic energy caused her to lurch and yelp. After giving his nagging cock a squeeze, he said, “Never saw Nancy come like that.” Gayle moaned, “Oh my god.” After panting for a second, she said,. I went in with her and as she got the first look at her face, she just said “Oh My God”. She looked like one of those kid from TV where they get slimed. Then she tried to wash up; but when she came out she still looked well used. Her hair was matted down and sticky, she still had some cum dripping from her ears, and her white blouse was almost transparent from the gooey cum. Oh, and her shoes were sticking to the floor as she walked. She held her head high as we walked hand in hand into the.