I wasn't sure I wanted them any bigger, but it did feel kind of good as I massaged them." It's good for something else," Rosemary said. "A girl named ...herrill in my high school discovered what else come is good for." Does she know if it's a boy or a girl?" A girl." She sighed. "I think she was using the rhythm method. Either that, or she was just being stupid." What was that saying? There's a word for women who use the rhythm method: mothers. You'd think, with all of the information available,. I rocked back and forth, gasping as if i was in raft on the ocean. I couldn’t take more, but his lips kept suckling and slurping at my pink velvety folds. I pushed his slurping greedy mouth from my overused pussy with both of my hands on the top of his head to make the overwhelming sensations stop. He looked up at me, his chin shone in the bright morning sun light, glazed with my nectar,"Mmmmmm Belle, your lips feel like rose petals, and your dew tastes like sweet cream." I covered my eyes. Our parents were good friends and both thought we were trustworthy enough not to get into any serious trouble together. They were right about one thing - we never got in trouble! While delivering papers, It became apparent it was a perfect opportunity to scope out womens underwear on washing lines around the neighborhood. It became the highlight of the job. I started keeping note of which places I'd seen interesting items and began wondering if it would be possible to grab something and not get. I pushed further in, inch by inch, her cunt walls gripping me so tight - the tightest pussy I'd ever felt in my like. The sounds coming from her mouth were driving me wild... the gasps as I filled her, the little moans of pleasure escaping her lips. She sat up on her elbows to watch me disappearing inside her and once fully inside I just held myself there, savouring the vice-like grip she had on me. I withdrew from her and allowed her pussy time to close up before pushing inside her again and.