Before I left, I checked the refrigerator to make sure the rest of the chocolate cake had been saved. It had.I returned home, I swear, before the scho...l bell finished ringing. At first I thought I'd entered the wrong house. A coat rack I'd never seen before greeted me at the door. There were pink throw pillows on the couch, and several orderly rows of collector dinner plates had been attached to the far wall. The place was spotless. We never lived in squalor, but the best you could call mom's. With an apologetic glance at her friends she sprang up to follow him, trusting that they could manage by themselves. This time his back was to her as he received his pay envelope. James saw her coming and said something to him she couldn’t hear. Daniel turned. ‘Hi Daniel,’ she said. ‘Hi,’ he responded. She wasn’t even sure he recognized her. He had the same look of profound fatigue. ‘I’d like you to meet my friends Walter and Cynthia Liguori,’ she said as they approached. He reached out to. I release my cock just long enough to use my forefinger as I run my fingertip over it and rub it in on the underside of my shaft, just below the head. My hand returns to my cock again, this time stroking a little faster. The funny thing about being a guy, we know exactly what we like and how to do it (I’m sure females say the same thing). We can make ourselves cum in about two minutes or we can tease ourselves and hold out for two hours. I personally prefer teasing myself and stretching it out. Holding tightly onto Wendy’s arse I now started to rhythmically but very slowly start to pump in and out, with every in thrust Wendy pushed back to meet me. With my nerves now a distant memory the waves of pleasure began to wash over me with every thrust. The small bed was beginning to rhythmically creak and Wendy was beginning to moan with our every movement. Steadily with deliberate movements I continued and at the same time savouring the delicious sight of Wendy’s tight vagina gripping my.