She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but she figured Ron’s cock would be entering her pussy next.‘Ungghhh’ grunted Ron and Ginny, as... Ron’s dick began to penetrate Ginny’s incredibly tight pussy. It would have been much tighter if this had been Ginny’s first time, but because neither of them thought otherwise, Ginny was quite pleased that it wasn’t hurting too bad. Ron kept forcing as much of his cock into her as his hands moved up to her breasts again, grabbing hold of her nipples. It was a fifties style diner, complete with jukebox and faded, framed photos of old cars, old movie stars, and old menus. People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on old-fashioned ambiance and sensible meals. The patrons on that last night were the same patrons who filled it every other night.“I thought it might be the end of the world coming,” proclaimed the cook, noticing the flashing numerals and inadvertently starting another. Reluctantly, I released him from my mouth and sat up on my knees. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I lifted my arms and allowed him to disrobe me. I stood up to unbutton my jeans and saw that Ben had his pants undone and was stroking himself and watching us. He used the remote to turn off the TV and turn on the stereo. Music blared from the speakers and I swayed my hips to the beat as I pulled off my pants, leaving myself in a black lacy bra and panties. Eric. But that couldn’t be right either because Sherry had already made it work. Just on the off chance, I took the remote and hit the button. Immediately this text popped up:THE FARMGo figure!This was on the first of June, a couple of days before school let out for the summer and almost a year after my first encounter with the Woman of Willendorf. It had been three months since Aphrodite had come to take her child.Sherry was now sixteen and I was seventeen. Our birthdays are only two days apart, so.