His dick grew so fast and I needed that hard dick, he never said a word. He looked around, pulled his pants down, climbed on top of me. His dick was a...ready dripping cum and after a few painful stabs; he pushed his nice size cock in me. At the time I didn't really know what to do. I moved a little, but, I mostly lay there and let him pump my hot pussy. It was good too, I never wanted him to stop fucking my twat.In and out went his hard prick for an hour. When he said, I can't come in you, I. We rode down to a park by the bay shore where we’d fished before and we shared more of the wine, drinking from the bottle, hugging, and kissing, while watching sailboats cruise past. “We could do that, you know.” I told her, “Sailing? We could buy a boat and spend weeks sailing up and down the coast fishing, skinny dipping, and making love at night on all of the beaches.”“Mmm,” she said, “that sounds like fun, except for the lack of toilet facilities, which I’m going to need soon after all that. Alyson leaned back into my arms for support, and her moans began to fill the room. Looking down over Alyson’s shoulder, I could see my wife’s face glisten with the moist nectar. Alyson’s hips quickened and her breaths got rapid and shallow. Her first orgasm was obviously imminent.I whispered in Alyson’s ear “Come little one, my cock is next.” Her body went rigid and then started to convulse violently, my wife’s face locked tightly to Alyson’s peach. Alyson’s body eventually went totally limp in. No time to feel lonely because I am going to be super busy carrying messages. It's good fun actually. Girls ask me to pass messages to people they would like to talk to and I carry the messages back. It's fun and everyone is happy and relaxed. I have to say that I have dressed up a bit. I spent my last few units on a sexy little dress. It's handmade of course but it's really short and loose and shows off my legs. It's got prints of strawberries all over it. I don't need a bra (confession... I.