My futa-cock throbbed between us, drinking in the feel of both our sleek stomachs. I groaned, the pleasure boiling through my mind. There had to be so...mething I could do... I just had to... Why did her dick have to feel so nice in me?My hips moved again. They stirred her girl-dick around inside my bowels. I let out whimpers of delight. I knew I had to be in charge here. That I had to do something to get out of this. But... But... it couldn't hurt... Just for a few minutes.As long as she didn't. Nothing bad there, just the offer to text. She left it. She got up, put the laptop and her phone on her dresser, and went to her door and locked it. Going back to bed, she slid out of the boyshorts, noticing the damp place. She stashed the shorts under her pillow, reached for the Gatorade on her nightstand, and took a sip, enjoying the cool feeling as it went down her dry throat. She laid back, and left the covers off. She looked down at her pale legs, which she hated. She thought her legs were. My skin was super-sensitive, my boobs felt very heavy, and I somehow knew that the only thing that would make them feel better would be a pair of hands holding them. I couldn't get my nipples to go down at all (visible nipples is a big fashion no-no). Fortunately it was cold enough (for northwestern Georgia) that I could stick a few layers of tissue over them and wear a sweater. Even so they were a constant irritant. They needed some attention.There is a simple solution for being wet and ready. She was wet and slippery. He pushed. Donna Marie gasped with the thrust in her pussy. She tried to spread her legs further apart to ease the way for him. The stretching she felt as he powered his way inside of her, seemed to exceed that which she went through giving birth 19 years previously. She inadvertently dug her nails into Eddies back, causing Eddie to start to withdraw from Donna Marie's bulging cunt. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." She said loudly into Eddie's ear. "Keep going. I want.