Even now after several years of it, I still get my breath caught for a moment at the feeling of being penetrated so suddenly. The feeling of his eight...inch cock ramming into me causes me to close my eyes and my brain just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a hard smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can think of right now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want. 00 or more — and none was suitable.We squeezed Lisbeth's fourteenth birthday into our schedule, giving her money, clothes, a boom box and several gift certificates. I worried about her sometimes, and although she appeared to be getting over her mother's death fairly well, I'd catch her softly crying once in a while. I always hugged her and comforted her when those times occurred, but I think we both knew it wasn't the same. I wasn't her mother.When Donny found out we wanted to move, he. But i was afraid of the consequences and i had no other option than to masturbate . I masturbated in my bathroom, in my bed, in my couch, but my cock was so horny. I jerked off loads of cum everyday , even cummed 5 times in a day. She used to call for my help whenever she needed it. My mother always told to help her as uncle comes only on weekend. One day she called for me to take something from the cupboard and it was at 6 pm , when i reached her home. She was in the cooking and i was. I started to withdraw a bit, but that only seemed to make it worse, so I locked my arms and just held on while she coped. After a minute she began to calm down and she reopened her eyes and released my shirt from her mouth. “Oh, you’re gigantic inside me,” she gasped.“We can stop it you need me to…” I offered, but I knew it sounded disingenuous because I wanted it to much.“No!” she said boldly. She then put her hands to my hips and moved to pull me in deeper.I resisted her a bit, but left.