"Frustrated, Bert stormed off into the bathroom, undressed and walked back into the kitchen completely naked except for the boots.Again he asked Marga...et, a little louder this time, "Notice anything different NOW?"Margaret looked up and exclaimed, "Bert, what's different? It's hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, it'll be hanging down again tomorrow!"Furious, Bert yelled,"AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT'S HANGING DOWN, MARGARET?" Nope," she replied."IT'S HANGING DOWN, BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING. He kissed her chest and collar bone, then the side of her neck and with a little moan their lips met.Jane lifted her hips and pushed her knickers down, she wanted to feel him in her now. She wasn’t specifically turned on by showing her bum, but the holiday atmosphere, heat, alcohol, nothing to worry about for a week was getting to her. As she shook her knickers off her ankles, she took hold of his cock and guided him to her. She knew she was wet, very wet, she lined up his head with her. “Spread your legs apart more,” he says. I do, and he pulls my panty down and lets it stay around my shins. He’s holding me apart with one hand and guiding his cock with the other. I relax and shut my eyes, trying to keep my asshole from tensing.I feel something warm against my hole, and then a sharp pain as he pushes the head of himself in. I let out a loud squeal and bite my bottom lip in pain, balling my fists and trying to relax.“Oh shit. You’re a little virgin aren’t you?” Mr. Desai. Our bodies felt so good as we came together for the first time. Breast touching breast, and pussy touching pussy, Tory and I explored the deep intimacy of female love. There was something special about that day, I discovered a part of me, the part that loves women. I not only loved women, but I love being a woman a well. I never felt more alive then when I was on top of Tory. My heart never felt more at home, and my body seemed to match what my heart was feeling. When I fucked Tory or any other.