Sharon just smiled.I stared down at the two small bumps on my chest. A little too smallto be called real breasts, yet obviously something that wouldn...t be ona boy's chest. They itched a little. I had the sudden urge to covermy chest with one arm and my girlish crotch with the other. Maybe atraining bra wasn't such a bad idea after all."Why a girl, why not a boy instead?" I asked, brushing a stray strandof blonde hair from my face."Here, turn around and let me fix your hair in a ponytail to. In my mind, I was free to do all of the things I longed to do to and with her.The last month was especially busy for me and I had been working long hours. The summer was sweltering and Baby spent much of her time swimming and just relaxing, since school was out. She had taken the summer off work at the craft store to get ready for college in the fall. She had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday and was feeling pretty grownup.She usually was up when I got home late, but this night when I. She tried to pull it in, but damn, I had to scream loud out, it was to big. So she stoped, tried it more slow, she could ram it a bit more in, but I felt like an fucking train is gonna kill my Ass. So I said "stop please". She looked a bit disapointed on me. We tried it again, but it simply hurted to much. So I said to her she should lay down on her back. She did.So I crawled over her, holded her mighty prick on it´s shaft with my hand and I went slowly down. Damn slowly.Soon I could ride it. I. My arse impaled by his cock...a strange mixture of growing pleasure and the fear of splitting apart back there...but I was addicted ...infatuated...fanatically needy already for cock to keep bludgeoning my arsehole...trapped in the shock and bodily astonishment of the sexually new. My step mom started fingering my pussy. One finger, two fingers...then three; the slattern. I had never gone there myself with that many fingers.“OH YOU BITCH...You crazy fuckin bitch....