I grabbed the flesh behind her knees as pushed them up until they flattened her tiny breasts beneath them before pulling all but the head of my cock o...t and ramming it home again. Again and again I slammed my rod into her tight canal. My swinging sack slapped her taint obscenely each time I bottomed out in her twat. Her whimpers of, "oh God no, no, no", slowly turned into, "fuck, fuck, fuck me", as I pounded into that sweet teenage pussy. The little cunt was getting off on being used as a fuck. ..of course, this was really my bed as well,wasn't itdear reader, our lovely king size bed ? And yes, looking around therewas the familiar large white closet surely still filled with mypristine designer Boss shirts and dark navy Italian suits. My broguesand loafers.A comforting thought that lockdown would soon be over and we would allgo back to our normal lives. Rachel to her accountancy firm and me tothe City, the whirlwind of lunches and banter and male self importance.The trappings of. I had neverhad anything up there before. Well, that did the trick. I quicklycame, and in buckets. Gina seemed really happy, and rewarded me with asloppy wet kiss. During which a lot of my semen ended up in my mouth."You liked that, didn't you?" she asked me with a sly expression on herface. I attempted to demur on an answer, but she pressed the point."You liked having something up your bottom. Admit it. You likedfeeling full down there." She had me, and I acquiesced on the point.Her. .. When she tried to picture her dream man, the strangest thing happened. The man's face morphed from Professor Salinger's to Barc's and back again. Over and over one face was replaced with the other, and worst of all, Ally could see tremendously redeeming values in both men. The professor was so worldly and accomplished not to mention very complimentary about her talents. Barclay, on the other hand, was wild and crazy on the outside, but a total marshmallow on the inside. She loved being with.