She was not a ravishing beauty; her beauty was an inner beauty that came from a pure heart. The floral print dress she was wearing came to just below...her knees. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a chignon. She glanced down at herself and saw breasts and a trim waist. She held up her hands and saw smooth skin and pale pink polish on her nails. Her large brown eyes filled with tears that spilled over and ran unchecked down her rosy cheeks. She looked from her hands to the old. Her father’s mouth left hers and started to move back down her young body. Kissing and nibbling her neck, her collarbone, her nipples. Ami’s back arched to meet his mouth and her hand moved through his hair as she gently pressed his face to her body. While he kissed his fingers slid where his cock had been. She had never felt the feelings he was giving her but she knew she wanted more. His fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy while his thumb gently pressed against her clit. She bucked her. Edward felt himself growing aroused. He knew that he should leave her to sleep through the night but another part of him couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her. He just needed to touch her a little bit, be close to her. His fingers slid over her nightgown as he imagined the bare flesh underneath. What did it matter if their wedding night was tomorrow or tonight? He simply couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her and he felt an the need to touch as much of her as possible. Edward pressed. Iwas very glad I had spend all the time I at the gym on the stair-stepper that I had.I stood up as high as I could, but that still left about 3 to 4 inches of this huge vibrating phallus insideof me. Then I would lower myself as quickly and far as I dared. Each plunge downward evokedanother involuntary grunt. But each plunge down gave me a shot of pleasure deep into my womb thatencouraged me to try to go a little faster, and a little deeper next time.“God mom, you are taking so much of that.