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I didn't think I could get inside as she was so tight that my head seemed to be hitting a soft wall. Suddenly her lips parted and I slid into her. I tried to be gentle as I felt her hymen resisting. She thrust her hips up toward me with a squeal of pain as the head penetrated and my shaft was buried deeply into her. The feeling of her tight pussy was even more incredible than my Mom's or Aunt Margie's pussies squeezing my dick. I began to slowly and rhythmically thrust in and out as I instinctively began to fuck her. She began to moan and match me thrust for thrust as each thrust got faster and faster. Her moans and our thrusting caused the bed to go squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. This must have attracted the attention of my mom and Aunt Margie as I slowly became aware of their presence in the room. I saw Mom standing holding Aunt Margie in her arms as they watched. Both had a very loving smile on their faces and from time to time they would kiss each other on the lips. They moved. "Stand up," I told her. She did, and a slight trickle of pee ran down her butt into my lap, further soaking the thigh-high stockings on my legs. Her eyes were closed, and in the dim morning light, I could see her lacy white full slip clinging to her wet legs. But she wasn't dripping all that much."Come here," I said as I stood and embraced her again. Then I took a short step to my left, and into the combination bathtub/shower stall. I held her as I backed into the tub, and gave her one last kiss. I let her go and stood up straight. I was still wearing all the clothing that she'd put on me, and my wig, and as she stood facing me, she slowly opened her eyes. I could feel my dick going limp with embarrassment, but at least that meant that I could maybe pee now. I slid my hand under the hem of my wet chemise, into my sopping panties, and pulled my dick and balls out. I rubbed her pee into my crotch, and before I could get too hard, I tried to piss.It came slowly at first, but within.
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