"Oops, simply forgot about that, love."A statement so far from the truth, I felt silly saying it. Of course, I didn't show him mercy, I knew how tough...he was and wanted to test it further. I lifted my hips and lowered myself down on his erect cock. The sinking was slow, smooth, slippery, and snug. I felt as if I would never reach the bottom, but then, I was moving slowly. Michael's dick was lodged deeply and so perfectly; its presence would be remembered for weeks to come.My heart was racing;. My cock loses some of it's stiffness but continues to throb and Erin leans forward and begins rubbing the swollen head round-and-round on her perky little tits, her hand wrapped around the thick shaft. The crown of my cock is coated with residual sperm which is now being mingled with the sweat and sun-oil on Erin's tits, making them shine and glisten all the more. For a long time she looks down at herself, watching the pulpy prickhead slide across her shiny, erect nipples.This gives me time to. "Fuck it is hot and I'm a lather of sweat", she said as she stopped. It wasn't uncommon for a woman to say 'fuck'. He had worked with a very attractive woman who in every sentence 'fuck' was a standard word but the thought that went through his mind was 'as she says it would she actually do it?' For in the seconds after she stopped he gauged her appearance. She wasn't over attractive, however, although she was very plump, large and definitely sagging tits her backside counterbalanced them so in. ‘Hello?’ I asked, as someone knocked on the door. ‘Can I come in?’ it was Jess. I opened the door. ‘What is it?’ ‘Isabella is crying, I don’t know what to do.’ ‘Where are your parents?’ I asked, following her into the lounge room. ‘The funeral place rang and they had to go and organise some last minute things,’ Jess said, getting upset. ‘Hey, don’t worry honey, I’m not mad. Let’s see what’s wrong hey?’ I asked picking up Issy. I felt her nappy, she was very wet. ‘Jess, she just has a wet.