Ya know? I haven't even stuck a finger or tampon up there yet!" Well,Shit,Ginger! Can I at least Fuck You Up the Ass?" I whined."Shelly said that That... hurt almost as much as the Other!" By that time Ginger was wracked with sobs."O.K.,let's try this instead." I said. I had her stand up and face me. Then I asked her to squat, just a little, and spread her thighs. It took some doing but suddenly My cock was sliding between the slightly swollen lips of her pussy,as we thrust our hips back and. If that's your bag, good for you. But me, I like a minute or two on my own every once and a while. So our relationship was pretty near perfect, we loved every minute we spent together, but we didn't have to spend every minute together. Hence I had time to study, lift weights, play ball and hang out with my father and grandfather.The girls had interests of their own as well; for instance, Cindi was heavily involved in the National Honor Society and she did her thing down at her parents' funeral. Rana was certain if she didn’t comply he would probably tear the dress off of her. Maybe even force her from the car to find her own way home. Terrified she released her seatbelt and gingerly pulled her dress front down, exposing the push-up bra, then reached behind her to unclasp the hooks holding it closed.With a low sob, Rana eased the bra from her chest and let it fall to the floorboard. Her breasts wobbled as Mark drove over a pothole and as her breasts encountered the rush of cold air. You are beautiful and passable; nothing bad is going to happen, I wantyou to enjoy yourself," she reached over and took my hand in hers andsqueezed it affectionately.My heart was in my mouth when we turned off Prince Charles Drive into themulti-story parking garage and got out of her BMW. It wasn't too badinitially because there were few people in the car park and those thatwere there were coming and going to their vehicles taking little interestin two women out for a day's shopping.All that.