He slipped between my legs as Tom had done and in an almost perfectly smooth movement, pushed his cock inside me until he hit the end of my womb.Bill ...was much thicker than Tom. I could feel the difference, as my vagina was being stretched as he entered me. He felt MUCH larger, so much so that it almost hurt for him to be inside me. This wasn't nearly as pleasurable. I was wincing every time he pushed in, and hoping that when he withdrew, it would be completely. But he kept pushing back in. How. His cheeks were blushing like an eight year old kid. Jolene giggled at him with her heart melting laughter. They spent the last half an hour, sitting on a bench at the town beach, near the boardwalk, exchanging stories, talking about the past and the future, and life aspirations. David told her he was thinking of becoming a teacher, after he gets his degree, and she told she thought it was a great idea. Jolene talked to him about herself and her family, she told him how her mother has been ill. We went into the next room where there was a refrigerator and she took out a can and held it against her head as we both tried to cool down. I told her how stuffy it had been in the other room and how I was roasting she took the soda can and rolled it along the back of my neck. It felt so good the cold can against my skin I just kind of melted to the spot. Then I felt her lips against the back of my neck and back to the can. I loved the sensation of cold then warm. She did this for a while then. ?Lea became embarrassingly aware of her nudity. She took a tentative step toward Donna. The slave held out her hands putting the clothes within easy reach. Lea cautiously took her panties and put them on. Then her bra, she dressed faster, the plaid skirt, the white blouse, finally her knee socks and shoes. Having been sans attire for several hours this simple process of dressing felt like putting on armor. Lea didn’t say a word. It was an unusual silence to say the least...Mr. Moore.