I asked if it was hurting too much and she said it did hurt but it was ok now I had stopped. I lay on top of her for a while, my hard cock pressing ag...inst her tiny pussy, wanting to invade her. I knew with a couple of hard thrusts I could rip her open and be deep inside her but that’s not what I wanted.We had plenty of time.I pressed gently again, this time I could feel her pussy opening just a little, I stopped and let her rest, just a few seconds and then press some more, feeling her opening. She took a pair of nail scissors from her dresser, and pulling the crotch of her pink cotton knickers away with a pinch, snipped around her fingers leaving a gaping gash in the crotch of her panties. Easy access.She felt outrageously exposed as she pulled them up tight, her clit protruding through the cut crotch, ripping the girly sides; they were an old pair anyway.She watched fascinated as with an awful groan, the whole tree kinked and cracked. Her fingers graced her gash through the hole in. “So, you thought I was a swimsuit model?” Gayla joked, stretching out her legs and striking a seductive, yet humorous pose on the bed. “I could see you in a swimsuit magazie—” Mitch started, and then stopped, instantly realizing how that sounded. “I mean, you’d look good in a swimsuit—” he abruptly stopped again. “Ugh, that sounds worse. What I mean is—”Gayla broke out into a fit of laughter and held up her hands. “Don’t worry about it, I know what you mean,” she said, smiling.Mitch felt his. We need to figure out a way to see him and make sure he’s ready.” “We?” Susan said. “Well, will you help me?” said Diane. “We both want to know, right?” “Right!” said Susan.So they began to think about how they’d do it. Brad would only be staying over at his parents house the night before the wedding, so they would have to do something then. Susan talked to her husband about it, and Diane mentioned it to Brad’s father. They all agreed it needed to be done, but they knew Brad would not.