Anson was feeling me up almost every date. You know, on my boobs and stuff. And, well, on Valentines Day, he went down on me. You know, licked my puss... and stuff." She sat down on the end of my bed and looked at me. I was looking in her direction, but I couldn't meet her gaze. I didn't want to hear this."Why are you telling me this Lu?" I asked."After a couple of times where he ate me out ... God this is so embarrassing ... which I really liked. He forced me – well he didn't really force me,. " She wailed at no one. Suddenly it forced its way into her vagina. She looked down at her pussy and she could see the thick tendril disappear into her tight pussy. She had tears inner eyes because of the pain and yet she still felt wonderful. The tendril in her pussy began to move in and out of her body slowly steadily pushing more of itself into her tight body. She began to hurt less and less until slowly the pain was replaced completely by pleasure that she had never experienced. She felt. Wordlessly, I step back and invite you in. Shutting the door, I coax the coat from your frame. Without warning, I push your naked shoulders back against the wall of the hallway. The blue satin corset hugs your figure. As a result, I mention my appreciation as I run my fingertips over your delicious 42DD cleavage. This sends a shiver through your body. Holding in a sigh as I place my hand at the lacy top of your black thigh-high stockings. Softly I massage your warm skin. Leaning into you, I. ’ ‘As long are you’re sure.’ They were at the hotel, the Premier Inn within spitting distance of Tower Bridge, had travelled down by train earlier in the day. Travelling by rail had two advantages — no problems with traffic or parking, and they could drink. By the time the phone call came through, eagerly anticipated and dreaded in equal measure, both David and Emma were feeling the buzz of Dutch courage. Emma, thirty-five, honey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail, high-heels on her feet, wearing.