I moaned, pleasure for a moment and then pain, but I tried to hide that from him, He stopped pushing and pulled back, just a little, then pushed in ag...in, this time going further inside me. It felt like my pussy was stretching more than I ever thought possible, but I kept trying to concentrate on the good feelings as he opened me up. Stopping again, pulling back, deeper inside he went. He did this several times. He must be about the whole way in, I thought, when I needed to rest.Whenever I. They were on the same page. Matt lifted Kelly up, bent her over, and carried her to the recliner. Jenny hugged Kelly’s face tight into her tits, muffling her screaming. Matt was free to fuck as hard as he needed to now. And he did.His hard thrusts were violent and forceful against Kelly’s ass. Her pussy was use to taking a pounding, but this was very different. He was harder than usual, faster than usual, going deeper than usual. Kelly liked the way Jenny smelled. Very…motherly. She liked being. She handed me a pleated skirt in the same pattern worn at the Catholic Girls’ School I attended back in Del Rio, Texas, years ago. It looked quite authentic, but so short it barely covered my butt. The white silk blouse was loose enough to guarantee my tits would bounce and jiggle with every step I took and sheer enough to show the shape of my breasts and their rosy highlights to anyone who wanted to look. I was already imagining how the smooth texture of the silk would caress my nipples and. I had never meet Jake, and I wish I had. He was gergous, He looked about 14. He had dark red hair, almost brown. It was shoulder length, messy, and uneven. He had a piercing in each ear, diamond studs. He had beautiful, big blue eyes. Think eye lashes that made his eyes pop. He wore a grey hoddie, with an emblem on it, and a hat underneat it. He was wearing tight black jeans, but not to tight. I believe he was one of those skater types.He was was very skinny. He was on the short side. Either.