Then I pulled out. Halfway. Then in - completely. On screen the arm was in, was out. I mimicked this with the toy. Then suddenly, oops, what the fuck?...FUNKY!!!! SHIT!!!! Like, oh shit. REAL shit. Oops. What the fuck? I said to myself. Damn. What a fucking buzzkill. The towel is stained. My dick is now limp. Poppers whiff wasted. WHAT'S MY FUCKING BOY UP TO HERE?!? Stepdad exclaims, his one thick arm leaning against the bedroom doorway, the other hand, feeling his visible bulge on his faded,. Of all the perverts and sex freaks Michael lets use me, Thomas is the only one with a long range plan, and the money and resources to make it happen. The very first time we got together, Michael stayed. Thomas measured me in a hundred different ways, took detailed notes on my waist and ass, biceps, forearm, fingers, the length of my nails, diameter of my nostrils. He used probes to find how deep he could penetrate my throat, ass, and pussy before meeting resistance, then how much he could push. His erect penis was waving in the air. I became emotional when I caressed it almost a decade after my mother had done so as the last act of her failing hands. I lay back with my feet waving in the air and thighs spread. He came on top. I still held his penis. He brought it towards my vagina. I inserted. He pressed; something seemed to give way. I could feel the penis stretching my vagina for the first time. From that instant I was no more a girl; I was a woman and what a setting for the change!. If word got out that she had a little clitty and was a sister? She’d get kicked out and lose all the wonderful perks of Greek life.So she went to painstaking lengths to hide it, she lost track of how much tape she had used over the past semester. She lost track over how many times she had almost had a heart attack over being almost found out. The sisters weren’t very good with “personal boundaries” and Kissy was constantly under threat of being fondled in the wrong areas, or being barged into.