She loved the way this one felt, and the way it looked on her. It made her feel sexy. Over that went a well-worn pair of faded jeans and a yellow t-sh...rt. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what Ted would think. She pulled the tee over her head and dug through the drawer again, this time finding a blue and white striped top. She didn’t wear it often, and never to church, because the neckline went a bit lower than she usually wore. She remembered very distinctly the last time she. He slowly pumped into her over and over and each time he sank completelyinside of her, she shouted "I'm a woman." Do you enjoy being a woman right now Amy?" he asked her as he drew backand held himself just inside of her."Yes," she gasped."Then thank the Lord for making you a woman," he said hammering himselfinto her again.She kept thanking God for making her a woman over and over as he keptfucking her until she began to tremble just before he came inside her.Brother Paul slipped out of her and. Foxie was only too glad to repeat himself. "Yeah, like I said, it's a cock-measuring contest. And hey, hey, I know you're hung, so like I entered your name." You entered my name," I managed to gasp. I was in shock."Hey, hey. Of course mine is only average. I got no business in a contest like that. And come on Frank, you're new, and you'll make a big impression." A cock-measuring contest?" I sputtered. "I'm not going to do it. No way! Foxie you're nuts! I just won't come in that day. When is. Her taut channel convulsed in excitement, contracting on my cock as it rasped into her flesh. She arched in delight, her mouth snapping open. I grinned at her reaction and flexed my buttocks and thrust my hips up sharply, plunging my cock into her cunt. She cried out as my huge cock drove up into her. Her head flung back, she squeezed her breasts hard in excitement. The sight aroused me. I held her buttocks and dragged her down deeper onto my cock. “Oh god oh god oh god ohhhh uhhh OHHh uhhh.