“Oh Jackson… that feels so…”The fragrant scent of sweet, virgin pussy juice filled my nostrils and I started to thrust instinctively.Unthinkin...ly.Something popped against the top of my cock. I stopped immediately. “Oh shit! That fucking hurt.” I withdrew and there was blood on my cock.“I’m… sorry,” I said, unsure what I had just done to my stepsister’s pussy.“What for? You just popped my cherry. Just a second.” Carrie reached for the box of tissues I used to collect my spunk when wanking, and. It begins with an I. Izzy? Nah, that’s the bee lady in the chick flick. Irene? No, that’s the girl in the Ledbetter song. Irma? No, that was, um – Shirley McClaine playing a whore. I – um – Is – Is – something. Isolde! That’s it! You’re Isolde!” he exclaimed. “Yup, that’s me.” she said. “How’d you wind up here? I heard you got married to some corporate guy and had a kid and all,” he said. “Yeah, I did. But he ran off with some bimbo secretary, and my daughter got pregnant and moved in with. The sheriff was already boozing it up inside his filthy jail littered with junk from countless bad men with no reason to clean up their trash like normal folks. A pair of still-drunk cowboys staggered out the front door complaining that the “crooked sheriff” had relieved them of most of their hard-earned pay for a long exhausting cattle drive that almost cost them their lives.That bastard sheriff had thrown his Kate in a cell with at least four other nasty looking pieces of work from the saloon. Still moving provocatively they stood up turned around gyrating their hips and thrusting their now naked hairless sex at us showing us three divine little slits, Gaynor stopping and placed a finger on her slit and spread her pussy lips apart and run a finger along her damp little slit. Debs saw what Gaynor was doing and her jaw dropped. The hip gyrating continued as they squatted again in front of our faces and with legs spread wide, opening up their so very pink soft young hairless pussies for.