Let me take a look at your bottom.” “Sure… I’ll just pop upstairs and get changed first.” Sophie was trying to think of a good reason why w...en her mother took her hand and guided her over her lap. Knowing what was coming Sophie closed her eyes as her mother listed her skirt and pulled her tights down. As her panties were slowly pulled down they were turned inside by the gusset had been stuck to her vulva with the drying discharge. “Oh dear!” was all Sophie’s mother said as she noticed the. He expected difficulty. He expected to hurt her. Her tiny pussy stretched and opened like a flower, swallowing the head of his cock. He pushed a little harder and sank further into her. ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked. She shook her head quickly. She panted, grunted, but didn’t speak. He eased back a fraction, then pressed forward again. In tiny increments like that, he began to fully enter her. Always, with each millimeter, he was surprised that it was happening, that his fat cock was actually going. I had also noticed that she was aggressively flirty with the younger men, and would often ask for a hand getting changed after work as a bit of a laugh, although never with me. Over the next few weeks we started chatting now and then, and as I bundled my way through conversations she would laugh and make me feel relaxed until eventually I became comfortable talking to her. At night time, my fantasies about her had already started, and I imagined ripping off her works t-shirt and revealing. Susy’s lovely tits were exposed, uplifted by the cut-out bodice. Her sweet nipples were already hard, bright-pink in color. She smiled shyly at Peggy and Donny as they stepped into the house.Peggy sat on the couch next to Grace. Paul, sitting in his chair near the fireplace, greeting them without getting up. He was wearing conventional clothing-a sport shirt and slacks. The room was dim, and Peggy squinted, surprised to see that his slacks had been designed in such a way that his cock and balls.