The man who had touched my pussy was getting ready to put his cock where his hand had been. I could feel the head of his dick pry my pussy lips apart,... when someone else shouted, "Hang on a moment! I think the winning team has the right to go first."There was a heated discussion about this claim."Nobody told us there was going to be this kind of reward. Otherwise we'd have played with much more determination," someone argued."Say what you want, you've lost the match. And losers come last,". I stopped stroking him and grabbed his hips. “I really am trying but it hurts. It’s burning and feels like I am tearing or something.” Scott pleaded. “I know Scott, but trust me it feels better once it is in. You were hurting me but I let you do it” I retorted. Scott replied “you’re a lot fucking thicker”. “Yeah but your head is big”, I replied back. With that he put his head in the pillow. I started putting more pressure and I could feel his anus stretching more. It felt like he was. She moved their two entwined bodies towards the bed, Dan stepped out of his jeans, and the two flopped on the king size bed. Gemma unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands all over his ripped six pack. At no stage did they break their kiss. Whilst one hand grabbed and grouped her arse, she felt his other hand rub her pussy once more. She was so wet, he rubbed up and down, teasing, flicking her clit. Finally he sank one finger deeply into her. The feeling was amazing and she wiggled on his hand. It’s strange because you’ve made a point of taking me out and spending time with me, and you asked for my help, and even slept in my bed with me, but I feel like I lost you to Angie by chasing you away.”“Do you think going to bed together is a way to fix things between us?”“No. The school psychologist and I talked about just how bad an idea using sex to try to get you back would be. I’m sure she’s right. She made a good point that if it DID work, then you’re probably not the kind of guy I want.