“Pardon me? Did you say something?” It was Tanner... the cute boy at work. He was working at the computer next to me doing his thing. Not entirely...sure what his thing is, but he does it every day. “No... Sorry, just muttering to myself. I just can’t believe all the crap they expect us to get through in a day,” I looked over at him and had that exhausted, I can’t take it anymore, look on my face. “Yeah, I don’t know how you guys do it. Between your crazy hours, being on the floor and managing. Karen objected, but Donna quieted her and repeated the process until Karen's rosebud was dripping. She then rather quickly and energetically thrust her finger into her mother and began moving it in and out in rhythm with Mike's strokes. It took only a few finger thrusts for Karen to lose it in a major, major come. Donna kept thrusting until Karen completely subsided. She withdrew her finger and cleaned it on Mike's discarded shorts.Mike had not come, despite Karen's throes, and this was not. I ask “What’s wrong baby?” and she replies with a quiet “I’m scared…” I comfort her and tell her that I promise to be gentle and put a hand on her hip to keep her from pulling away. Once again I aim my dick and begin to plunge into her beautiful pink pussy. She lets out a tiny cry as I tear her hymen, but I can feel her wanting to pull away from me, “She’s shaking.” I think to myself.I completely thrust my dick into her and she looks at me with teary eyes. Her eyes tell me to stop for a. "I don't understand what they're talking about," she confessed. "All the bits," she added blushing."Would you like me to show you?" asked Louise gently.Annette blanched."I won't touch you," said Louise gently. "Just show you. OK?"Annette nodded mutely. Louise took off her jeans and knickers, sat back against the pillows and opened her legs. Her sparse pubic hair was the same dark brown as that on her head."You've got more hair than me," whispered Annette."It's only recently started to thicken.