My buddies all told me to go slow. They said that Sarah would scream out and then cry for maybe a minute but that I shouldn't let that put me off."She...ll get into it dude. It may take a minute or so, but the pain only hurts for a short while and then she will respond. When that happens be ready to hang on for the ride of your life. Just take it slow and let Sarah get used to it before picking up the pace."Well, they got the cry and scream part of it right, but Sarah never did get used to it or. My fingers rested on the tip of his dick and waited to see how this would play out.“Really?” I asked kinda flattered.I knew I shouldn’t have but I liked knowing that someone thought I was sexy enough to give them boners.Dusk was on us now and the light was dim, but yet there I was, still squatting in front of my son.“Hum, I’d like to talk about that some more, maybe later. But right now we’re losing light.”I went back to ‘’examining’’ my son. I wanted to continue playing but had now understood. He stroked and pressed her back and up both arms - she definitely was not wearing a bra. "You're going to have to turn over."Kara complied. Tommy checked her arms again and she just looked up at him and said, "Nope." Tommy slid his hand under her pajama top and ran it over her stomach. He was sure he was about to get slapped, but no quarter, and Kara kept watching the movie, as if his hand meant nothing. The stirring in his pants said differently. He lightly ran his hands up her sides and under. She was a talkative little bitch and she chatted incessantly about her desperate home life with an incestuous stepfather that constantly pestered her for anal sex.Her biological mother worked as a prostitute in a nearby brothel and she had an older brother that had been injured in an industrial accident and lived at home without a spouse or a girlfriend.His name was “Tommy” and she told me he had a small dick and would often crawl into her bed at night to take her doggy style from behind.