“No, together” he ventured and she readily agreed. They slipped each other’s clothes off and got in the shower. For the first time he could expl...re her body ‘below the waist’. She enjoyed him touching her pussy, though not as much as when she did it herself. She tried gently stroking his cock which was very hard by now. They enjoyed each other’s’ bodies in the warm water for several minutes then he led her to the bed without even bothering to dry. He stroked her pussy to make it really wet then. “OW!” She felt a sharp pain as her vagina resisted the monster at its mouth. Try as she might, and as wet as she was, she just couldn’t get the fat cock head past her tiny opening. Becky moved back and forth, side to side, pressing down from all angles, and it just wouldn’t go in. It hurt, and she felt the tears running down her face.For his part, Bill laid there, letting her do the work. His prick was as hard as he could remember it ever being, but her opening resisted its invader valiantly.. Steven, despite that forgiveness, was still wracked with guilt at what he had allowed her to be subjected to. Becca insisted on them sitting side by side on the bench seat rather than opposite. She did not crowd him but her knee was pressed firmly against his thigh throughout. She needed bodily contact and Steven was thankful that she was still prepared to seek it from him.They did not hang about when they got home but kissed each other goodnight and went to bed. It took Steven some time to. Thank God we were sitting at a table.I called a break and asked if they were interested in dessert. They declined at first until I told them what dessert was. French Vanilla ice cream, with Chocolate Peanut Butter cups melted into a high-calorie slurry, to be poured over the top of the ice cream. They changed their votes.I pivoted the chair and stood. The girls laughed, "Are you having your own wardrobe malfunction?" I stopped, looked down at my tented shorts, turned and stuck my tongue out at.