She tells me that Darius thinks that we are lesbians. "What?" I said loudly. "He said that he knows for sure that we are just by the way that we act... and hang out a lot and that if he comes back and catches us doing something with each other he will have proven his theory and also he would help keep our secret and won't tell anyone else" Stephanie said with a straight face. I know she wasn't k**ding but at the same time I knew we weren't lesbians, but she was persistent on going through with. Having gained the head, Tristan began slowly applying more and more pelvic force to his probing and stretching. Doris's labial lips were soon stretched taut; dilated to the max by his 'pop can' girth. With gentle rocking, and slow, incremental gains, he eventually fit a respectable fifth or sixth inch inside her. "OH. MY. GOD!" gasped Doris; mouth agape; eyes rolling back in her head. "You feel like a bloody baseball bat!" Doris continued to whimper and pant as her young charge gained more and. Jacqui said there was no need for apologies and they both started to laugh. The assistant bent down to pick up her dress and was fixated by her shaved pussy and ever present aroma, again apologised for staring but this time just looked up in silence. The measurement commenced when Jacqui asked why the assistant had been so surprised when she must see this every day. The assistant explained although she saw many women in various states of undress she thought Jacqui was exceptional and wished she. He could also walk without banging into walls or knocking his head against door facings. He wasn’t usually so strongly attracted to a woman, particularly when he first met one, but this young woman was something different from those he was accustomed to being around. What possessed him to make such a ridiculous statement as they entered the house he did not know. Perhaps it was her statement that she hadn’t had a good fuck in a couple of months that triggered his objection. It may have been.