There was something so wrong with her saying that filthy word, and yet that something made his inner demon roar, his iron self-control vanish, his coc... twitch in anticipation, his hand slam her back against the wall…. He claimed her lips in a hard, angry kiss, bit her lower lip till she opened, nipped perhaps too sharply on the tender flesh. His hand were busy, lifting the folds of her skirts, pulling them higher, ever higher, until her reached her waist. He didn’t wait– he didn’t try to. It was like everything was the first time. I could only compare it with Sandra. Frankly, the only girls I had really kissed or fucked were my sisters and Aunt Kelly. I guess that's called keeping it in the family.Before coming up here to the apartment, I had never had the luxury of actually sleeping with any of them with the exception of Sandra who sneaked into my room on her 13th birthday. Now, I was sleeping with two of them at the same time. I always wondered why people used the euphemism of. I lean down to kiss her. My cock is still rock hard. I climb onto the sofa and between her legs. I position it at her pussy and gently rub it against her clit. She lifts her legs up and puts her heels in the small of my back, pulling me into her. My cock slide in, she gaps and moans. She is super tight. I pull out a bit and go in slower. She pulls me into her harder. I withdraw again and slide back in, balls deep. She screams and pushes her hips up. I start to fuck her now, long deep strokes,. I saw his penis lift slowly up and away from his body and start swinging round and pointing towards his head. Pre-cum was oozing out of the tip. Anne then said, “Ooh, look, he's crying,” then wiped the tip with a tissue. Marguerite started to apply hot wax above his cock. That did it. He was rock-hard in a second. His penis reached up two inches beyond his belly button.“Wahoo, the sleeping giant awakes,” said Adrian mockingly. Marguerite translated for Anne what he had said, which she.