U have to take cock inside. Be calm be free. I was afraid of pines in my ass. He used oil it was little bit easy going. From one finger to two and the... comes his cock . He inserted his cock. Because of too much oil it was sloppy . It was paining but it was not that much . He started fucking hard . My eyes were wide open with mouth. And i was like OMG . It was to fast I even couldn’t shout stop loudly. Tears were out of my eyes. I was in pain and enjoyment. My both legs were shivering. He. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the implications. I had guessed that they could 'feel' the emotions of others to the point that they understood what it was to be loved. I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic.Everyone knows what it's like to love. But to feel the love of others, what would that mean? It would surely eliminate uncertainty in relationships. One wouldn't need flower petals to determine if 'he loves me' or 'he loves me not'. But. I twisted his arm harder."You little pervert! Tell me why the fuck I shouldn't rip your arm off like a drumstick and then tell mom and dad for the goddamn hell of it." I knew he was itching to tell me off for swearing but Tom knew not to make a bad thing worse."I've got..." He winced in pain. "$28 dollars saved in my room. You can have it." What do you think I am? A stripper?" Besides I worked part time on weekends so $28 bucks wasn't a lot of money to me. I did relax my grip just a. When she had finally stopped shaking and saying fuck I slowly pulled out of her and the second I did squirt started pouring out of her pussy onto the already soaked bed, she lay there with her legs spread and looked up at me with a big smile and asked if I wanted to finish in her mouth, there was a suddenly a sense of submission, like guys had been out off by how much she squirted but the fact that I enjoyed it opened her up to me. She knelt down and started sucking me off, licking my cock up.