I did so need an orgasm. I needed to be embraced and loved, I needed him. I needed to cry."Quickly, darling," I heard myself saying with quivering voi...e, "take it out of your pants before you mess in them. Take it out and relieve yourself. Do it, please Kenneth." Even as I urged him I could feel a trickle of coital fluid that had begun to meander down my thigh. I too was near orgasm.I flushed at the wretched look of dismay now on his face. He looked so frustrated and chagrined. But there was no. Kevin laid my back again and repositioned himself kissing me once, when I tried to reciprocate, but I couldn't, because at the same time he withdrew his member to it's head and sunk into me again, deeper."OH GOD! HUUUH!"The pain and the discomfort were almost unbearable. My whole body trembling as my brain was divided between that lot of different focus of pain. My broken hymen, my lips over stretching, that thing buried deep inside of me heading to my uterus... It was torture. And I was. She lived in a very nice part of town, and had plenty of room for visits. While the old folks sat and talked, Doris and I decided to go outside. I remember it being a very nice summer day - pretty warm. Doris wore a sleeveless top and coordinated shorts. Even at age 12, I saw her as a very pretty girl.We walked around the yard, picking weeds out of the garden and talking as we did so. We finally tired of the task, or ran out of weeds - I don't remember which. At any rate, with our hormones. Josef-It's from Sharik actually. I lend it to us to make the meeting.White Queen-I see that they exercise a lot and still have a lot of fun-Referring to the exercise machine as the television and sofa.Ashanti-Good bitch, what we came to.White Queen-I would recommend that you don't speak to me in that tone.Josef-Excuse him. Ashanti is a bit resentful of the large number of men of his that you have taken.White Queen-Bah. They were nothing compared to yours and Sharik's.Sharik-Well anyway, do we.