Then she took me to her room and laid me on her bed.I was shouting like i was feeling extreme pain.She asked”what happened sir?,where is the pain co...ing?”..Then i said it was near my thighs and told her to do something..Then she rubbed for sometime and i was in heaven.I told her that may be my bone got fractured i requested her to please keep some hot water on it..She agreed and brought water.I told her to keep hot water with some cloth on my thighs. Then she was thinking of how to keep it when. I want this to last longer, and so I decide to take control after all. I whisper in your ear, “Can mommy ride you?” and you thrust in me one more time and we roll over. I get up on you. Somehow your cock never slips out. I position my legs to give me leverage and I start bouncing on you. Your head tilts forward, and now you can see everything - my face, my hard nipples partially obscured by my hair, my shaved pussy taking in your hard cock. My hands are all over your body. I love feeling your. Part of the reason she had always been so shy was that for most of her life, she was skinny as a rail, with practically no body at all. As some of her classmates turned eighteen, they had blossomed into goddesses, with the kind of curves people worshiped. She watched with envy as those girls grew into their wide hips, their shapely thighs, their perfect breasts, and practically glowed with all the attention. She had been afraid that she’d never catch up, that she’d always be the kind of. ”“Then you’d best work fast, hadn’t you?”We started to carry dirty plates and glasses through to the kitchen. Tom and I were on washing up duties again as the twins put away left over food and tidied the lounge. Each time they passed they teased us, slapping our bare backsides or trying to tweak our nipples. We responded by flicking soapy water at them. When we’d finished we went into the lounge and got dressed.We’d been sat around talking for about five minutes, the girls critiquing our sexual.