There she stood in front of him wearing a black lace bra and matching lace g-string. Her mother had her shaved like he asked. Bob's erection grew stro...ger instantly."You ever touch a cock before Candy?" Bob asked. Candy shook her head. Bob unzipped his pants and pulled his hard 8 inch cock out for Candy to see. "I know you didn't get to see it last time, so I thought you should know what my dick looks like. You're going to be seeing a lot of it from now on." Bob was stroking his cock, making it. I groaned. I then repeated. I was not going for speed, I was going for power, and I pounded into her , HARD. “You like that don’t you?” Thrust…thrust…thrust…. “Tell me you like it, pet”… Thrust…thrust…thrust….”Tell me!”.. Thrust…thrust…thrust….Feeling her Man’s dick invade her in a continuous pu-u-u-sh and my girth made her call out. The yell was more from passion than pain, although there was pain. The difference was, she liked that pain. The very thing that she had been taught should. She hears the crush of soft leather as he sits in the loveseat opposite from her. He has not said a word. He has not touched her. She dares not move. Three minutes pass. Her frustration is so high, she fears she will start to physically tremble. Suddenly, she hears him rise up out of the chair. She feels his legs touch hers, and force her knees apart. She feels him move closer to the edge of the table, closer to her. Her hands fall out of her lap and grasp the edge of the table. Her breathing. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Martha asked Wendy as she stepped away from her daughter.Wendy's breath hissed out. She stared at her crotch where the jeans cut into her gash. "Yes, Aunt Martha," she whispered. "You're beautiful." Wait till you see her naked," Amy said, getting horny as her mother turned Wendy on. "You'll cream."Martha slowly undid the buttons on her own blouse. She kept her eyes on Wendy, her breathing shallow as she slipped her blouse off. "You gettin' hot, Wendy?" Yes," Wendy.