I could hear her asking again at the door is everything was going fine.I felt Jessica’s vaginal muscles getting tighter as Shelley insisted again.I ...ould feel her sweet juices running down my hardened dick…Then Jessica managed to tell Shelley everything was going fine.I grabbed her hips and started to pull her down with more intensity trying to bury my cock in her cunt even deeper as far as it could go. I reached around and played with her clit. I could feel Jessica’s juices running down my. So Owen stopped. Calm down, it is just the head! He yelled at me. You need to relax or it will hurt three times more! But his yelling just made me even more nervous and the pain become unbearable. It hurts! It hurts so much! I cried and looked to him, my face full of tears. Please, dont do this to me! Not like that! I love you! Dont make me suffer that way! I said crying so much that I was coughing, then I buried my face in his neck waiting for the worst, but it didnt came. When I looked up. We staggered into the bedroom, and both fell asleep on my bed. Later, I was awakened by the sound of the shower running. Fully awake, with love juices all over me, I decided to join Linda in the shower. She was pleasantly surprised, and between washing her, and her washing me, I got hard again, and bent her over in the shower. We fucked, with the warm water running over us, for what seemed like a long time. Linda stood up, and I slipped out of her, (she was never the tightest pussy around). I. For the boy, it meant work in his family’s garden plot.“Amélie, we must talk about manners.”Amélie sighed, but she was careful not to do so aloud. Father was going to give her another lecture. Rather, he was going to let Grace give the lecture while he read the two-month-old newspaper from London.“Yes, Aunt Grace.”“Young ladies do not fight. Especially not with natives.”“But I didn’t hurt him, Aunt Grace.”“It does not matter, Amélie. It is not done. You must understand this.”“Yes, Aunt.