I know that’s not right. But I couldn’t blame my daughter or my wife, could I? No more than I could blame my son for being a lazy, mean little bas...ard.”“I understand,” I said. I’m not sure I did. Who can understand another person’s emotions?“Your dad and I were friends. It was strained for a while when everything seemed like it was falling apart,” Ford said as he sipped black coffee. He didn’t offer me any so I got up and poured myself a cup. I’d need to go back soon and knead the bread. “Did. The boy at the time was horrible. It hurt, and I felt so cheap afterward. I hated it. And I don't want to do that again, I don't want another boy doing that to me."She sobbed as she spoke, her head bowed and obviously upset by the memory of her first time.I moved from the counter to the table and pulled out the chair opposite Cindy and sat down slowly while I tried to think what I should say."Cindy, I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. But sex doesn't have to be like that. It shouldn't hurt,. "You okay Josh?" Yeah. I just never did this with anyone before." What, you mean you and Tracey haven't gone all the way yet?" No Karen, you're my first."My sister quickly pushed my cock in between her pussy lips, and the two folds of so much skin there did threaten to separate several times before they finally did, allowing at least a small part of me to move inside.However I could still see all of my now almost painfully erect cock, even though my sister's warm pussy lips had enough of a bite. ” I turn on the sitcom speaking over the waiting room of the steam room area. They both look at each other and looked at the camera and wave. Soon after he is pinning her against the wall, shes perfectly spread over the wall I have a camera behind her seeing everything he does. One right in front where both her tits rubbing against the camera lens, talk about a up and close view. From the back he is caressing her as he strips her naked taking off his towel and his I’m going to (guess 8 inch.