She had my prick out, stroking it slowly. “You're bigger than Franky,” she purred, squeezing my prick. With a groan, I stepped up and kissed her, pressing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue danced around mine. She did a funny little wiggle and hop, then jumped up to sit on the end of the table. She pulled my prick toward her and I felt it begin to enter her pussy, sopping wet with her juices. I glanced down, she had somehow, indian kicked off one shoe and pulled her leg out of her pants. She was holding the crotch of her panties to one side as she guided me into her moist folds. I gave in, grabbing her ass and driving my prick into her. She gasped and purred, pulling me close rocking her hips to let me plumb her depths. I was hitting bottom, my prick pressing against her cervix. I drew back and rammed into her again. Every time I hit her cervix, she would let out a squeak. She was tight, even tighter than Jill had been the first time. Her pussy felt scalding hot as I pounded her. She moaned and groaned between squeaks, gasping for breath. That last comment worried me. Obviously, they didn’t know that I’ve had sex before. Another of Mr. Woodburn’s restrictions was that I never wear underwear unless absolutely necessary for maintaining some business decorum. Lucy danced in just her dress until one of the other girls got down to just her thong, then Lucy dropped her dress and was the first girl to get totally naked. Sure enough, my brother was still asleep. She kissed and licked my limp cock. “I’m not gonna come out in the NFL. “I was asking what kinds of things do you like to indian do in bed, but I can see by your expression that I should answer the question for you first!” I nodded to that. Then she favored me with a charming smile. “Yeah, Daddy… Just like that…” I cooed. “Two of …” I nodded. Something I'd never experienced. The caterers left and Mike asked Ryan and me to follow him to the tree. Morgan grinned, quickly getting up from the bed as soon as he was gone.