Before long I'm rising and falling on my own and you stop moving. I'm letting your hard dick slide deeper and deeper until I'm sitting against you on ...he down strokes.You reach down and grab my hips pushing your dick as deep as you can. I groan and wiggle my ass, squeezing and rolling your hard cock around inside me. You let go and I start riding up and down quicker. Pounding against your pelvis while you lay there enjoying my efforts.“That's better now isn't it?” you say as my pain turns to. "Yeah...I'm alright. You?" "I think so. You're sure about this Sin?" I asked, using the pet name I'd given her so many years ago, and one in which I hadn't used not even once in at least the last two of those years.She smiled lovingly at me when she heard me call her that. "More sure than I ever was." She told me. "Just remember Tom, I trust you...I trust us. But if we're going to pull this off, we can't hold back, not even a little bit. I don't want you worrying about what I'm thinking, or how. But he was seriously worried that he was not going to be functional. His brain was getting starved for blood."I think I need a minute." Lucas pleaded."Something wrong," she asked just a little too innocently."I think I am losing my mind, being around you." His eyes drifted from her face down to her breasts that were molded by the white top. He could see the hard nipples pressing from underneath."What's for dinner?" she asked."What's for dinner?" she asked again."Food, cheesecake." Lucas. (couples, intr, swing)***This is based on a true story. A number of the events have been changed very slightly to protect the identities of those still living, as have the names; otherwise all is as was. Once upon a time, in a place far, far away … there was an idyllic location in the early nineteen-forties where wealthy British could go to escape the ravishes of war. It was away from the nightly air raid sirens and horrific bombings being made by the German Luftwaffe on the city of London. To.