I had a lock on your nipple and sucked, licked, sucked, and bit it. The last one did it as your legs wrapped around me and your pelvis was thrusting i...to the air.We laid there for a few minutes until you had calmed down. I got you a drink and rolled you over so your back was face up. I got on top of you and started to massage your arms and shoulders. Kissing, rubbing, massaging, kissing. You were lost to the world and mine for the taking."Ever cum that hard?" No, No way." you said."And we just. It was all over Alan’s face, neck, hands and chest. I apologised for making such a mess, but he told me not to worry. We sat down on the sofa and had a drink; Alan’s hand found my cock and was caressing it, stroking it. It took only a short time before I was hard again. He asked me if I was ready for him to fuck me. I nodded eagerly; I was so turn on by the whole experience. We lay on the sofa with Alan behind me. I could feel his hard dick pressing into the crack of my arse and I pushed. “Get dressed.” Amelia Marks instructed and smiled as Reanne reached over the table to retrieve her navy school knickers.The eighteen-year-old took a few minutes to dress, but eventually was dressed smartly in her light grey school blazer and her light blue blouse was tucked into her grey skirt. She had tentatively replaced her navy blue school knickers, carefully avoiding touching the welts that had appeared from the caning and stepped into her black school shoes. Finally, the diminutive girl. The oldies were in their late fifties. His stroppy sister Betsy was nineteen, in her first year at university where her mother was a lecturer. Harry was almost old enough to be Betsy’s young uncle, being thirty-two and his career rocketing for one so young. Betsy used to adore Harry because he’d won the battle for her four years ago to have her parents accept no longer was she Beatrice. For almost two months it had been virtually warfare in their household – Beatrice the wannabe Betsy.