The intrusion wasn't entirely unpleasant, though. Kate was really gentle. Finally she felt some resistance. And she pushed through it. I let out a sof... scream. It didn't hurt that much, and there wasn't a lot of blood, but again, penetration was just so much different than external stimulation. Kate stopped, and asked me if everything was alright. I said that it was okay, and asked her to keep going. She started to slowly thrust in and out. I asked her to turn the toy on, and go faster. She. I showed Adrian a few of the upstairs market stalls including the excellent second-hand record stall, while the girls did some much-needed food shopping on the ground floor.We also stopped in at the Asian supermarket on the way back; Sheila gleefully picked up a stack of unwrapped imported sun-dried poppadoms, which were tied up with string and with a label in Urdu. They were clearly hand made and extremely authentic, if not especially clean."Dad was in India just after the War, and he always. Deeper, give it to me.” T: “I lift your legs as I stand before you, my cock slips in a bit more, and then more; inch by inch I feel your muscles draw me deeper. My heart races as my breaths come in pants for much needed air. Once I have driven in half I pull back and then push even a bit deeper; each stroke at slightly differing angles will drive us both to the brink; I wrap my arms around your thighs and pull your ass off the chair, now you are mine; your groin at the. “Ooh, it is so salty and good. I like it as much as pussy.”As the last spurt of my spunk fired weakly from my dick and splattered across her left tit, I saw her face awash in bliss. She gasped and trembled. My jizz-splattered teacher writhed. She moaned out her rapture. Her body shook, her hands squeezing her tits tight around my cock while her orgasm burst through her.“Yes, Sam, yes!” moaned the redheaded teacher. “Ooh, you've learned your cunnilingus lesson so well!”“Damn,” I moaned. I was so.