My hips, much to my embarrassment began to rise and fall with his thrusts, my breath quickened and my eyes closed. As he saw my body react to his toy,...a devilish grin spread across his lips and he told me to turn over on my hands and knees. We had fucked this way before, and although it had not become my favorite position yet, I was willing. He laid out a blanket on the floor for me, so it wouldn’t hurt our knees and pushed me down the way he wanted me to be. My ass in the air, despite my. “Wait” I whisper. “Wait” I pant. I can’ t stop myself from rocking. “Please” I mutter. I can ’ t get the words out. My head is slowly shaking. My hands tighten on your calves. My body is trying to tell you what my voice can seem to get out. I slide off your solid steel rod. Thwack! Back it slaps to your stomach. “Guahh!!” you exclaim. Your eyes open, your eyebrows meet in the middle questioning what the matter is. I can hear you exhale through your nose. You grab your cock with one hand and my. It couldn't be a greater contrast to the place Rose-Marie took me to the previous Sunday. It was bright and colourful, and a Christmas tree was bright in the chancel. The church was filled with quiet conversation and muttered prayers – for some reason, some of the younger folk often prayed aloud.I found us places about half-way towards the front. At the Midnight service, there tends to be quite a few folk coming in rather the worse for drink, but they usually stay at the back. Reverend Hanson. Not about anything of real consequence or the typical exchange of common interests--just talking about past experiences, current problems, and future ambitions. It was as if we already knew each other well enough to skip all the formalities and requirements of 'getting to know each other.'That became the pattern for the next few weeks. I'd drop by once or twice after work (I rarely scheduled any experiments past six or seven; she had no such inhibitions), and chat with her while she was working.