Now we started session and now we sat on chair before dressing table and I sat on chair and asked her to get over me .Her pussy was very tight and onl... one forth of my cock went inside as she not fucked by anyone .her layer of verify was still very fresh but I managed to get deep she started crying and hold me harder and her pussy is bleeding I stopped and got relaxed and again got started .And now she moaned a loud ahhh.,uhhhhhh, fuck me harder Chandu .I started to fuck her harder and fast she. “What do you mean? It was your magnetic attraction, I couldn’t stop in time,” I say as I turn to the sign, “Do you have a top three?”“Well, not really, but since it will get dark soon we will have to make sure we know when to turn back,” she says, looking up at me. I see her looking at me through my peripheral vision as I maintain a look of concentration. Rubbing my chin, I say as I am just making up my mind, “Well, I think we could just stay on the Yavapai Trail. The park ranger said that. It must have evolved from an earlier time of criminal activity and snitches. There was the constant responsibility of carrying a gun. A big gun (I wore a military-issue .45 automatic). And I should mention here that in the three years I carried the gun on my side(it was legal in Arizona), I never once fired it in anger. Not once. The mere presence of a weapon in your possession, especially as one as powerful as a .45(you could stop a car with the right ammunition), could usually avert any. But we aren’t lovers.”“You are sucking on my nipple,” said Faith, incredulous at her mother’s response. “You have two fingers in my pussy. You just had me eat you. We aren’t lovers?”“No, dear. We aren’t lovers. We have had sex but that was recreational sex. Think of all of this as a game. It will be much easier to understand that way.”“I’ll try,” replied Faith. She gasped as Jill slid a third finger into her, feeling her sex being stretched.“Your body seems to enjoy being owned,” observed Jill..