Someday, we'll put in a pedestal on a concrete mount..." Darla Jean bent over the eyepiece and Randall got on with the point of the exercise, "Let me ...old your hair..."Darla Jean froze while Randall collected every strand with clumsy fingers. Was this... innocent? For a few moments, even after he was done, a double supernova in the eyepiece would have gone unnoticed. This wasn't much, but it had to be the closest a boy had ever come to intimacy. Finally, she managed to get in focus, mentally,. As my hand glided to her inner thighs could feel it getting moist and she opened her legs. My plam gently glided and reached her panty line, moved to the side and reached the panty band above her vagina. Slowly from the top I brought my palm and placed it on her swollen pussy and pressed gently and glided it up and down the crotch rubbing the pussy mound and pressing slight when moving over the clit. The skirt was over her thighs and gliding the left hand to the panty band, I slowly tugged it. She flinched and shook her head rapidly from side-to-side, her soft brown hair tossing across her back. No, it was too big, she must be saying, please take it out. DeShawn, though, didn't back off. "He's hurting her," I complained."Be patient," Amy said into my ear. "It's always like this at first. He's very big. But he won't stop. He never stops, no matter how much they protest at first. She'll get used to it."DeShawn leaned forward and kissed and licked Emma's ear. When she turned to look at. She took my hand and held it as we walked to the car. "Thanks for taking my out for dinner, mum," I said."Mark, please, call me Helen. 'Mum!!!” I said. If you call me by name, I'd enjoy this date much more." She winked and giggled when she said date and I found it very funny.We reached the car. "Okay, then," I said, "Thank you for a lovely dinner, Helen," I said as I embraced her in a hug. She held on to me and pulled me close. I knew she could feel my swollen cock and her hands ran down to my.