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A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters goodwill in the business and is the countersign of friendship. It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad and it is nature’s best antidote for trouble. Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a Smile. Give them one of yours, as no one needs a Smile as much as he who has no more to give. So Smile! He said that a smile is created using cheeks and lips and when I flash my pussy at someone I’m using my bum cheeks and pussy lips, so I’m smiling at them. I’d never thought of it like that and Virgins it made me smile just thinking about it. Jon also gave me another little present that he’d brought back from America for me. Its a little gold chain about 3 inches long with only 12 big links. When I told Jon that it wasn’t long enough to go round my wrist he said, “Silly girl, it’s for your pussy rings.” As we were driving up the motorway I reclined the seat and connected it up. Walking around at home later it felt good and the constant rubbing kept me thinking about sex. When I went to work that night I couldn’t wear my ‘favourite’ work skirt as it still smelt of beer from the previous weekend. Instead I wore my dungarees dress and a top which meant that anyone standing next to me could see down the top of the skirt part and see all my naked body from the waist down. There was one interesting bit one time when I was collecting glasses. A youth was so drunk that he kept falling over and he collapsed right at my feet. He was staring up my skirt but I doubt that he would remember much about it. His mates who were trying to get him up also got a good view as they bent down to help him. The manager wasn’t too happy when he realised that the air jet wouldn’t lift my small tits skirt but just as a bit of compensation for him I bent over in front of him a couple of times. That brought a smile to his face and reminded me of what a smile does for people. Saturday June 5 I’d slept in my bed on the Friday night and Jon woke me early and led me into the ‘punishment’ room. He restrained me over the ‘T’ and then went and got a ‘present’ that he had brought back from America for me. It was a remote control vibrating egg that was much bigger than the other one that I’ve already got. It’s the size of Jon’s fist and at first I was a bit worried that Jon would just force it into me and hurt me. Thankfully he didn’t, he switched it on to low teen and rubbed it across the lips of my pussy, teasingly. With each pass he parted my lips more as he coated the egg with my juices. Finally he started applying light pressure. My body heaved as he slowly inserted the egg into me. He could see that I was close to cumming but he just said, “Don’t - not yet my love.” Then just to torment me he lightly fingered my clitoris. He smiled as he Defloration saw that I was struggling to not cum. Jon stopped and let my desire subside a bit before he teased my clit again. After the third time that he did that he stopped completely and told me to go and get the breakfast ready. After that he told me to “Assume the position” and then he teased my clit four separate times with a 5-minute gap in between before first time he finally let me cum. I was so desperate to cum that when I finally did cum I cried out. If he likes you, chances are you’re a good person.” "Well, you need to make sure that your body gets ready for the baby making process. Oh, Dexter.' You look at my cock with complete lust, small tits like you've wanted it for your entire life. "That brings the evening to a successful conclusion," the first voice said with satisfaction. Nellie and Allison screamed for joy, teen jumping up and down when Sandy ran back to them. I do not do it for the money. The pressure in my nethers built, the invasion of my cunt mingling with the first time perverse ecstasy of my shithole, the spasms in my rectum churning to a continuous convulsion, my cock curving backward as my prostate quaked, bringing me closer, closer, closer. We found a table and got some drinks. She detected movement next to her, trying to turn her head became a major Virgins undertaking. It contained a main desk once one walked through the doors to it. The name was emblazoned over the arch. Defloration