She started moaning and grunting wildly, like a stuck pig. All the while, the sounds of the “slap, slap, slap” of Dario’s gargantuan balls smack...ing against Catherine’s wet fanny filled the room. He grabbed her big, sweaty breasts, one in each massive hand, and used them to lift her plump frame up, so their fasces were inches apart.. He started whispering in her ear, eliciting short responses; one word, a few words, sometime just a grunt. John couldn’t hear what Dario was saying, but he made out. I sure could fucking help that thing. A lot.’ Her words came out in a breathless rush. Her gaze went boldly back to my cock. ‘Pretty sure it could help me, too… Jesus, fuck.’ It was pleading, almost a whimper. A shuddering exhalation was all I could manage. I was bending the filter of the cigarette, holding it so tight. My knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. She kind of shook her head around and then abruptly flipped her smoke deftly out her window and sat up to lean across the. I manage to whisper, “You are too naughty... “TOO NAUGHTY? Can you believe that I actually said that? That silly response alone revealed that I did not know anything about sex!You'd think my getting pregnant as a teenager and having a child taught me anything about sex? In my case, it showed me nothing at all, except don’t go to dances, don’t go behind buildings for a kiss and never trust men.Thinking back, it was ridiculous how little I knew. I know what you are thinking . . .No woman could be. "You know, honey, you could pass for nineteen," he said.She laughed and said, "I bet you say that to all the girls." Only when it's true," he replied. "My little girl has grown up. Before I know it, you'll be eighteen, a high school graduate, and officially an adult.'"That's two years away," she said. "I'm still just a kid, really" Oh no, you're not," he said, letting his eyes rest on the outline of her breasts. "You may be sixteen in mind, but you're nineteen in body."She laughed and playfully.