. and you are the only person that can answer that question!What? Someone again is asking what “IT” is? It is that thing that you do in the dark w...th your significant other or alone by yourself. It’s what you do when others aren’t looking, and behind closed doors... (or out in the open, but I’ll get to that later.)The last installment, I spoke about the business guy, the college professor and even the grocery store mom that got it in the best ways they knew how. I also wondered if you were like. Her head upside down and impaled on a large black cock in her mouth and throat, the best she could do was make the slightest of nodding gestures. And a semi-discernible ‘gggnn, gggnn’ sound, maybe a ‘yes’ or maybe a ‘no’. But either way, hardly any different from the sound she made every time Josh’s fat cock made its inward stroke into her throat.Josh told Jill he was going to continue, and the tiniest of nods suggested the sound had been a garbled ‘yes’. The sound starting up again as Josh’s. Over the drink she told us her husband had been killed in the war and she'd brought Katy up to the cottage for a while to help her get over his death."Frank was in a prisoner of war camp" Laura said, "He only came home three days ago" Oh dear, so you've come here to get to know one and other again?" Basically yes" I smiled just as the door crashed open and Poppy came in holding hands with Katy, "We're bestest friends" Katy announced, "And Poppy's sleeping here tonight" Hold on there a minute". He kept on doing that for a few minutes. Then dropped his hands back on my waist. Now I tried to move ahead to get out of his grip. But he pulled me back and his hands reached my trouser button.I panicked. Is he going to fuck me there itself? What if other staff come there? What if any customer comes there? I struggled to get out of his grip. But he managed to open my button. He unzipped the chain and then, pulled my trousers along with my underwear, till my knees.My t-shirt was a jumble around.