. UGHH..I LOVE YOU ANN... UGHHH... FUCK YOUR LITTLE LENA... UGHHH.I'M CUMMING, OH ANN, I'M CUMMING... I LOVE YOU... I LOVE YOU"As she came, Lena clamp...ed her thick thighs tightly around my head as if she wanted me stay there eating her pussy forever. Eventually, after a couple minutes, she let go of me and slowly rolled on to her back, eyes shut and still panting. I looked at her reclining body. She had one leg raised, her arms by her sides with her face towards me. Her huge melon-like tits had. So this isn’t your last chance, even with how hard it all feels. Don’t let all this get you too down.”“Yeah ... Or let it get you too high,” I murmured.“Or too high,” Sarah agreed. “Exactly.”I let out a long huff. “You’re right ... I’ll be okay. Whatever it is, it’ll just be different, right?”“It always is. And you know Mom and I are here for you, whatever you need.”“Yeah, I know ... Thanks, for talking.”“Of course. Now I’m going to go inside and get some sleep. You should think about doing. Her vaginal lips protruded, slightly puffy but not at all uncomfortable-looking, from the innocent teen slit. It was luscious, and despite never having thought of myself as either lesbian or bisexual, it was somewhat enticing to me.“Did it hurt?” asked Jessie, the youngest of us.”“No,” Kirsty shook her blonde head. “Quite the opposite, if anything.” She had a wicked grin on her face now.“Did you… Did you come? It sounded like you were having fun.”Kirsty hesitated, then nodded slightly. “It’s. He was more than willing to leave it inside the dear girl with the hope that she would revive his flagging ardor with her strenuous efforts to stiffen his resolve with her contortions that resembled the inner workings of the devil’s kitchen in Hell. Well, the old saying was, “If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.” Apparently, Mr. Johnson was one of those true believers that didn’t mind a little heat providing he got the fabulous tingle at the end that made it all.