.." she stopped again."Now how are we gonna be Grandma an' Grandpa McElroy if-n we don't have a young'un o' two?" He could feel her crying and hoped h... had said the right thing, "That ok with you?"She sniffed a bit, "Um, yeah. That'd be ok with me." She kissed his temple, "I love you, JD."They stood together watching the water until both of them were shivering. He took them the long way back to the house."Ah! Here it is!" he exclaimed finally, "Knew it was back here somewhere." Oh, what a. Another paradoxical occasion when femies became frustrated was while watching football games. Their lingering male competitiveness caused them to become hugely involved in team supporter activities when the sports stadiums vibrated to their shrieks of hysterical support as they followed their favourite teams. Squeals of ecstatic delight would erupt when their girl-team scored and sobs of despair would follow a defeat. Intense femi emotions ran infinitely higher than ever did the old male. ?Please,? she whimpered, ?I'm begging...? ?You don't have to beg for it,? he assured her, ?I'm happy to do it.? His fingers slid down between her legs, exploring her satin panties with anuncharacteristic gentle fluttering touch. He traced the outlines of her labiathrough her panties, noting the signs of wetness permeating the fabric. Heloosely cupped her pubic mound. ?Mmmm nice panties,? he said, ?you've got good taste.? His fingers slowly gathered the fabric at her pubic mound, pulling the. Her moans got louder and louder every kiss closer to her pussy. When I got to the thin layer of silk material, I looked up at Samantha for approval. She nodded and bit her lower lip nervously. "Please be gentle Hunter, I'm still a virgin," Samantha admitted. I nodded and proceeded slow, I moved my index finger and my middle finger between her slit. She gasped as she felt the new feeling. I continued to pick up the pace and slowing down at random times. Samantha started to move her hips with the.