This was so hot, but right now I didn't want to admit it. "Faster!" He barked as an order, putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my head...down on him. I sucked, up and down and felt him hit the back of my throat, even swallowing enough to get my throat to close around him a little bit, gripping on the shaft as I bobbed, sucking and stroking, working down on his sacks. I listened even as I was moving, to his moaning. "Get up!" He muttered as he pulled me up to him, quietly sliding. Millimetre by millimetre Frankie slowly pushed himself insideMichelle; he took his time and whenever Michelle flinched he stoppedand soothed her as his shaft slowly disappeared inside Michelle'srectum. Michelle felt full and intensely uncomfortable, the urge toexpel Frankie's penis was immense and she had to physically preventher internal muscles from contracting.After ten minutes Frankie had about half of his girth buried insideMichelle's anus he raised her legs so that they rested over. He showed off his athleticism and did me with powerful thrusts harder than any of the guys in college. It was just what I needed; just the way I like it. After that night, our affair continued until spring when the school principal, Joel, came into the picture. Joel had a full head of silvery hair and looked much younger than his sixty-plus years. He and I went out of town on a weekend seminar and hooked up in the motel iwhere we were staying. We got to know each other pretty well during. By some miracle all of our bags arrived. In fact the first ten bags on the luggage carousel belonged to us. There were still bags arriving when we claimed the last one and started to move towards the street."How do we get to the hotel?" Morgan asked.Becky moved ahead of him. She was not carrying a suitcase and was able to weave through the crowds quickly. Ahead we heard her asking someone for help.The crowds made it hard to see her, so we kept moving towards the doors to the street. Becky met.