Why should we give a damn? There’s an old saying about crying over spilt milk. I don’t believe there’s one about crying over spilt water.The P...incess began whimpering and loosing her breath. She became frightened. I lifted and lowered her again. Again, she lost her breath. She cried out, “Oh Sir, you must stop! Oh my, I can’t breathe! Something is happening…down there…where you are inside me. Oh Sir, oh my goodness, what is it? Why does it feel so good that I can’t breathe? Please. I grabbed her hands and intwined our fingers. Our kissing and fucking slowly intensifying. Soon I was moving my full length in and out of her soaking wet hole. Her hips thrashing up and down, back and forth as she worked my cock. She freed a hand from mine and stretched it back to grab and claw at my ass (later I would have many scratch marks to hide from my wife). ‘Ooh… Yes… Oh, that feels good. Give it to me’, she begged. I bit her neck, she sunk her nails into my flesh. I rocked hard. I scooted down so I was looking his cock ‘in the eye’, so to speak, and began to kiss and lick it. I felt he was watching me, more out of curiosity than lust. I doubt he had never had his cock sucked before, but maybe not by another guy. As it got hard I started seriously sucking on it. It had grown to what I would guess was at least seven inches and maybe a fraction over. The foreskin easily pulled back revealing a nice mushroom-shaped head. When I flicked my tongue over the head his cock. ” I demanded at the girl cowering in the locker room. She glanced around worriedly before she took off her skirt, then her blouse, then her tights, leaving her in a thin thong and bra. She looked for someone to save her, but no one would. She reached to undo her bra when I stopped her. “ Everyone out.” As everyone turned to leave, the girl looked thankful. “Except Scott and Richard.” I finished with a smirk. As they filed out, I demanded rose to finish, and she stood before us naked. “See Rose,.