Otto asked if I was taking an escort.“No, I will ride faster alone. Besides, this is not a Militia affair.”I left Chippenham at first light the ne...t morning and arrived in Hungerford about ten of the clock. I had stopped and looked over the ruins of Hungerford Hall before riding into the town, allowing my anger to mount as I gazed on the blackened remains, and thought of the terrible night my family had perished. Revenge, sharp and insistent, honed my anger into a red-hot blade of hatred for. " That was the roughest and quickest, yet in a way very satisfying sex. I'd had quicker with men of course, but none had triggered my endorphins like she had. The next morning my mouth was as dry as a bone, a slight hangover no doubt from the wine and Liquor. I was alone in bed and had to pee, and headed for the bathroom. The others heard me and called out "Good Morning, did you sleep well?" All could do was groan, "Did I ever." Catherine came in with a large glass of orange juice. I gulped. “well I just got carried away with the moment, I didn’t think at the time, but it made me so horny having him watch me as we drove, but when you stopped and the rest just happened, but I did enjoy it” I was blushing now, and felt a bit bad, even though he seemed to have instigated it. “that was a dogging session honey, but with just 1 other guy, some women have loads of blokes and even couples watching them,” he looked kind of lost as he spoke, and I felt like I had betrayed him the same as he. ‘Anyway,’ he thought, ‘the last few times she has accepted my finger in her bum with less reluctance. Perhaps I’ll raise the subject again in a week or two.’ He presented the tip of his cock to her vaginal opening, and without further invitation, she sank smoothly on to it. As he started pounding in and out of her, he passed his left arm around her, fondling her swaying tits, while his right hand traversed her belly and his forefinger found her engorged clitoris. Slowly and methodically, he.