I had also seen my dad's, not to say he could be in porn, but it looked like something that shouldn't eXactly fit without effort if you know what I me...n. But before I could psyche myself out, I felt him pop inside of me. Almost like pulling a blow pop out of your mouth, only he was going in. "Oh god." He gasped."You okay?" I wasn't sure if something was wrong. It didn't hurt, but I could tell my tiny little slit was being stretched or had been for that split second. Again, like getting the. My left hand guided his away from my forehead and down to my tits. I had fantasized so many times about those hands on my tits: squeezing them, pinching my nipples…and it was actually going to happen. Him touching me over my shirt wasnt going to be enough. I realized that immediately and ripped off my shirt. I needed him to touch my bare skin so urgently that I didnt bother to take my bra off all the way, I just slipped out of the straps and pushed it down. His eyes grew wide and his mouth. First was Silbia Hauser, a girl who had been getting fucked and dumped by Josh since 10th grade. She walked in and stole Ceres' idea. Silbia didn't even bother getting undressed; she just hiked up her skirt, took off her blood red panties and squatted onto his penis. Alfred Garza was a lacrosse player and the object of desire for most women at the high school they all graduated from, including a few teachers. He walked in, took off all his clothes, took one look at Ceres, snickered and began a. He was shocked to find the guest room had been transformed over night into a pink den of femininity. An eight foot long vanity with a garish Hollywood make up mirror encircled by bulbs had replaced the staid oak chest of drawers and the bed now sported a pink satin coverlet with flouncy skirts trailing to the floor. The windows were similarly draped in gauzy lace. On top of the vanity four newly coiffed wigs were poised on wig stands with identically pert faces that stared at him expectantly..