Down to the strap around her waist holding the pink butterfly on her clit. Then down to the straps around her thighs and my cock sliding in and out of...her pussy. The smell of her arousal coming right up to assault my nose, adding to my ardor.I keep my pace slow letting her build more towards her orgasm. I can feel the vibration of the butterfly against my cock as I push in deep, then fading a bit as I slide back out. As I push in I can feel the quiver of her pussy walls against my cock. My eyes. It still hurt, I couldn’t do it, and trying to pull away, he held my hips not letting me pull away this time. I reached back, trying to push him away and saying it hurt. He held me, keeping his cock in me and quickly said, “I’ll stop but you need to relax.” It continued to hurt and after a little bit he asked if I was doing ok. When I didn’t reply he slowly continued to push his cock in me again. It continued to hurt the more he pushed and reaching back again, I asked him to stop. He stopped. ‘So what about you?’ she asked. ‘How do you picture yourself?’ ‘Oh, I’m quite open-minded when it comes to art,’ I said. ‘I’ve never seen a piece yet that offended or embarrassed me.’ ‘What about generally. Do you consider yourself to be open-minded and liberal?’ she asked. ‘Hmmm,’ I said. ‘That’s a bit of a different question. I’d say I’m very open minded, but I’m also quite shy. I mean, I’m not ashamed of my body, or anything like that, but I wouldn’t consider myself an exhibitionist. I. Coming out of the bathroom, he asked, “Was the comic interesting?” I nodded in the affirmative. “You come tomorrow with her. I have a lot of comic books with me”. We returned home. Way back home, Rekha told me, “Tomorrow onwards I am not going for tuition to Uncle. This book has everything and we can study the lessons together, Returning home, we went to her room and locked it. He raised her skirt and showing her inner thigh told me, “Some of his fluid is here.You want to feel it?” I touched.