Then reaching down I pushed forward, guiding myself into her pussy. She bent one arm under her head and was obviously moaning into it as I started thr...sting. This was no gentle lovemaking, I was simply fucking her. Each slap of my hips on her bottom and my thighs against hers was obvious. I had one hip in each hand, and was simply plowing myself into her.And that’s all this was, pure fucking. I was holding her hips and not trying to make it gentle, or even to hold back at all. This was a****l. We gave up and returned to the hotel.I cheekily asked the night porter if he could sell us anything, expecting a no, but we were pleasantly surprised. He sold us four bottles of red and sixteen bottles of Bud. We went to our friends' room, as it had the most space, then blasted the booze down our necks.We discussed lots of things from all our lives, laughing and joking about our experiences before the topic changed to sex lives, then truth or dare. The dares started tame, kissing and touching. I told him that she was a virgin when I met her so she never had another cock in her or even seen another cock so he asked again what's your plan, I told him just flirt with her this week and lets see how she reacts to it.So the rest of the day Mark asked a lot of questions I told him just be yourself and flirt with her. So when we got home Mark was a bit shy for awhile then after a while he relaxed and started flirting with her nothing crazy just normal flirting here and there I could tell she. He still did not know any more than her name, but she handled the car superbly. She turned into a tree lined avenue, a sign flashed past and he read the address, of the private lane ‘Ern`s kennel lane’ he grinned, as she turned into the drive of a remote cottage set in a pretty garden. Ernest`s strange sense of humour shone out from the house nameplate, No1 Lettice B Avenue! She led him into a lovely kitchen all polished oak and leaded windows, not a thing out of place and the smell of a.