Toldme I needed to calm down, to wait a few minutes and it wont hurt. Then I felt a finger touch my coochie, I told daddy I cleaned it really good and...he didnt need to look there. Daddy must of been more calm, his voice was softer than earlier, he told me he still needed to check. I felt the wet and warm stuff again, his finger was working slowly toward my coochie hole, moving it around the opening. Then he moved it up alittle and I jumed. He chuckled and said my button was just like mommys,. We're very close, and your pelvis rocks forward, meeting my own. For the first time, our mouths open and my tongue meets yours, both tentative, exploring, searching. A moan builds in my throat, and you capture it with your mouth and return it in kind. We stand there, afraid to break the embrace, your heart beating faster and faster, matching mine in intensity.We break the kiss, loosening the embrace, and look into each others eyes. You search my face, looking for a sign, afraid of "Stop",. It hurt a lot as he slowly pulled out and pushed in, trying to push it deeper. "Open up that pussy, sweetheart." I pushed myself up a little with my arms, straightening the bend of my waist as I felt him push deeper. I kept moaning and wincing every time he thrust deep into me. His hand reached around and started rubbing my clit and before long, I was so aroused that my pussy became deep enough to take all of him, balls deep. As soon as he got it all in he kept saying, "Good girl. Good girl,. ”“I could tell.” Kari looked at Kevin and asked how? “I don’t think I have ever seen your nipples so hard or so erect.”Kari laughed and said, “You’re right. When they were painting my breasts and vulva, I was getting kind of worked up.”“I bet the girls got worked up, too.”“They told me they got worked up too when they were getting painted, but they really enjoyed it.” Kari stopped and thought for a couple moments. “You know what the hardest part of getting painted was?”“Your nipples?”Kari.