I think a week ago, I might have found that frustrating.With my newfound openness though, I found it to be an endearingquality and wanted her all that... much more for it."Well, I suppose. But you can't just be grown up all the time, youknow. I mean, I might want to play wif my wittle giwl sometimes,"she said, and though her tone was joking, her eyes were definitelyserious. My being able to take part in the sort of activity I'd beenwhining about for the last couple of weeks was contingent on us. Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I want to grasp my ankles, or lift my hands to hold onto something: the bed, the wall – anything. His cock slides into my sopping wet little box and each stroke makes me tremble even harder, feeling like I’m teetering on the brink of collapse. My muscles tense, my cunt tightens, my knees ache. He likes my weakness, I think. He can feel my delicate muscles struggle as he grips. "She's cutting me with a knife! Mommy, stop her, she's cutting me up!"The party guests hooted and cheered as Billy struggled vainly to escape, but Christi just kept pumping her freshly beaten bottom up and down, up and down. She moaned with painful satisfaction and began to cry softly as his rigid member passed well beyond her sphincter. "I guess just this once," she sniffled, "it hurts you more than it hurts me, Billy. Just remember, next time you want a nun, just ask me and I'll dress up for. I felt so naughty but wanted him so badly it hurt. I had never gone this far before and could not believe I was ready for Steve to have sex with me as my pussy was there for the taking. As I looked up to tell Steve my hole was waiting to be filled by his throbbing cock as I was ready to go all the way and that was what I wanted. Mr. Wilson was standing there watching us when he realised I had seen him he shouted at us to stop and what did we think we were doing. I remember thinking how much had.