It was certainly further than I could have spread them when I arrived. I guess Coach's exercises must have done some good. Jim entered very slowly and...carefully and I could tell it was hurting him. "You don't have to," I said, but her said it was okay and he wanted to do it anyway. He managed to get in all the way and I had that lovely full feeling that a nicely stretched cunt produces. I wanted him to start ramming me hard but I knew too, that it would be too painful for him. Still he did work. She leaned in and whispered “please be gentle ” in my ear. I picked her up in my arms and laid her down softly on the couch. I could see her nervousness as plainly as I could see her beautiful small breast poking out of her shirt. I slowly pulled down her pants and was surprised to see her cute little strawberry patterned panties, I could not help but think they looked just like the ones she had sent me in the mail.The next sensation was one I will never forget. My nose was the first to notice. Only so long ago it was a finger. How far could she go with this?The small Padawan’s pussy was stretched to its bursting point, a small trail of blood was dripping from her pussy down her legs, though she didn’t notice it. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know the significance.The guard was in rapture feeling the small Togrutan teen’s untouched pussy stretched around his massive head, barely even fitting it in, letting out a grunt as he wanted to feel the same feeling down the base of his. I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off enough, she could have me sent to prison for wife abuse simply by showing the cops her legs. My wife has a scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and too healthy to have breast cancer, but apparently the breast cancer was unaware of these prerequisites, and attacked her anyway. She has always had beautiful breasts, and I a committed breast man. I remember sitting there in the doctor’s office.