Angie was surprisingly tight. She had her eyes squeezed shut as she grunted at my first tentative assault on her dripping hole. "Shove that cock into ...me!" she gasped as I finally managed to sink a couple of inches home.I was breathing hard. My concentration was masked by sweat as I wound up my libido and thrust forward with my hips and jammed a good five to six inches straight up her vagina. Angie shrieked out loud at my sudden invasion and gave this huge reflex shudder as I skewered her under. * So what happened next? It’s over a year since these events took place and Tom and I are divorced, which won’t come as a big surprise. At first he really tried to make things work. I was surprised and pleased when he told me he understood my refusal to have a termination and for a while he tried hard to behave as if the baby was his, explaining to anyone who asked that his vasectomy had failed. He even joked about suing the surgeon who had carried it out but I suspect few of our family and. "I was curious, I had to taste it too.Reaching down I got a fingerful and put it to my tongue. He was right, the taste wasn't bad, it was actually sweet as well as slippery.Nervous about what he had just experienced, Robert stood, pulled up his shorts and cleaned everything off."You can't tell anyone about what happened" he said, no problem here, I wanted to see him do it again. "I won't" I said and shimmied down the rope.In minutes Robert came down saying he hid the magazines, we headed. Richa: Let me show you how I have a bath or rather let me demonstrate how girls more often than not have a bath. You hold your personal hosepipe and get it pumping (laughs).Richa turned on the tap and aimed the hosepipe at her tits. The moderate stream of water began to soak her t-shirt wet that revealed the outline of her bulging tits. She then turned the hosepipe towards her belly region and then aimed it at her underwear.Looking at the deep outline of her pussy lips (camel toe, lol) through.