Slowly began pressed my dick into her ass. She screamed with pain reaching back to hold me away, but I'm alot stronger than her and continue to press ...n. Finally the head of my dick is in her ass and she is crying and screaming but begs me to keep going. "If my sister can take it, so can I!" She shouted at me and I could see the pain in her face but for some reason it turned me on even more.I press harder until I'm balls deep inside her ass. Im so close to cuming when I get all the way in, but. Eine Nutte fickt, wer zahlt. Hat der Typ bezahlt?"Dinas Stimme erklang. "Ja, hat er." Und?" Es tut mir leid, Serge. Kommt nicht wieder vor, wirklich nicht."Serge brummte. "Es gibt Tausend von deiner Sorte, Dina. Ich weiß nicht, warum ich mich mit dir abgebe. Bist du etwa wieder verliebt?"Dina klang einlenkend. "Nein, Serge, ganz sicher nicht. Ich stand neben mir. Kommt nicht mehr vor!"Serges Stimme wurde wärmer. "Dina, ich mag dich wirklich. Ich weiß nicht warum, aber ich habe einen Narren an. He's big, and burly, with his Dad's abundance of dark hair. With the typical contrariness of youth, it looks like he's going to follow his Dad's career as well. A while ago he asked me the kind of questions about his birth parents' lives that it was very difficult to answer. I decided to write this memoir for him. He isn't squeamish, but he'll be embarrassed by the sex. He's known about our S&M devotion since he was eighteen, because I insisted we told him. Thankfully he's open-minded enough to. Becky relaxed, her mind floating into the scenario Christine presented.Alan was a tall, handsome art major with short dark hair and a winning smile. Becky remembered how their first kiss had caused butterflies in her stomach.Christine's voice went even lower: "Remember how he touched your body, Becky. Remember how it felt." Becky felt Christine's hands touching her thighs, moving them apart. Oh, Alan, Becky remembered whimsically."I remember how he felt, Becky. How he touched me. Did he touch.