I caught eye contact at that point. “Are you sure?” I whispered. She didn’t verbally answer; she just nodded her head in the affirmative. I push...d forward. She was incredible. It wasn’t terribly tight at first. She was well lubricated from the pussy eating and foreplay. Then I reached her barrier. I caught her eye, and I pushed. There was a brief resistance, and then I was in about halfway. “Oh!” she cried out, gripping my forearms.I decided to wait for a second. After a moment, I continued to. Actually of course, I had seen pictures, but I wasn't thinking about them, just about the sweet aroma from the beautiful pussy in front of me as she slid her panties off.Her legs were spread like a wishbone. I never learned to cook; does a chicken's wishbone come from the same area that a girl's does? Ugh. But on my little sister, racing toward womanhood, that wishbone was highlighted by pink pussy lips, surrounded by the least little bit of hair. I straddled her face, I guess also like a. . um..." Heather looked at the Principal and then went on with, "Brenda thought I should ask you first, before she would agree to it." Okay?!?" Sandra responded not getting anything of this."You see; we have art class this afternoon, and we were going to paint a life model today. However, this woman canceled her appointment this morning, so we are without a model ... and our teacher couldn't find another one in such a short notice. So, she was going to cancel it all, until I thought about you!". The Dividend.“My baby is a rolling thunder My baby is a southbound train”I had slipped into a barely-there little slip dress. Taking my son, for his first time, up to San Francisco for dinner. I straightened his tie, just a tad. Gave myself one last mirror-check.Black, mid-thigh dress. Lacy, wispy, transparent, white panties under it. That was it, fabric-wise. Red, four-inch fuck-me heels that were just right for this particular dress.I put my left arm through Walker’s right. Left boob, nipple.