Your hands. Stroking. Stroking. Stroking. Oh God. Bitch. Going. To get. My load. Of cum. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh now!The tip of my cock was inside Megan wh...le the rest of the slimy shaft was gripped in Estelle's fingers. She could feel my balls draw up as they released the sperm to mix with the milky semen. She could feel my cock as it convulsed in its primal task of delivering my seed into Megan's womb. She knew right then beyond a shadow of a doubt that her husband was committing the ultimate act. I sucked and licked and fingered as she moaned loudly.“Oh Jack. Oh Jack, eat my pussy,” she said. What could I do buy comply? This went on for what seemed like hours, and my tongue began to tire. At this point she was sitting on the couch, but I got up and she laid down, spreading her magnificent legs and begging me to fuck her. I was on top of her in no time, and she grabbed my cock with her right hand, positioning it to the opening of her wet pussy. I thrusted all the way in, and she moaned. It would be a stylish yet intimate thing for us to do together; celebrate her becoming a teenager; a way of introducing her to socialising with the adult world; along with being half naked for some of the time in a bikini.She’d not had a bikini before; just a dull one-piece thing that had seen sunlight very rarely at the town’s indoor pool in the past. She had been an uneventful, almost friendless child but now she had suddenly blossomed.I would visit our store and choose bikinis for us both. A goat was tethered by a tree and there was a small monument scattered with flowers and ribbons. “There must be a fucking bus-stop somewhere!” exclaimed Sharon. “People here can’t walk everywhere.” “Well, they don’t seem to use cars or anything. We ain’t seen nothing since we left the hotel. Any my feet are already fucking killing me!” They came to a cross-roads. One way pointed towards the capital city of Buggery, Petersville, named after the King. The other pointed towards the castle and.