For someone who didn’t exercise she was in fine form, delectable, ready to be ravaged. He smoothed the leaf a little, seeing whether she might move ...way as his fingers slid closer to her vagina, but she stayed still, her legs flopped open further so that her knees almost touched the grass, her whole teen body invitingly opened to him. He tried to think of how it would feel, sliding slowly into her slick pussy.Frank’s cock was rigid, his imagination wild with thoughts of emptying himself inside. It pained him when he imagined her all alone, trying to fight her own battles. But his respect for her also grew tenfold. He held her hand and kissed it, repeating the promise that he wouldn’t leave her alone, come what may. The beautiful girl sleeping in his arms was the best thing that had happened to him. And he would never allow anything or any damn person to hurt his Lea. His Lea… He liked the sound of that – his Lea in his arms, safe and away from all the hurt. I love you whispered Ken.. I do limit myself to one or two sessions a month and enjoy relaying them to my husband whilst making love to him. It’s been a while since I put pen to paper about my sex life, but I felt what happened the other day was worth writing about. We had closed our road for a street party in honour of the Queens Jubilee, everybody was there and a merry time was had by all. We had all dressed up for the part, silly hats etc as the day went on more wine and beer was consumed and I noticed my husband. The 'medic' waved the dancers off the blonde, explaining, "She likes does, not bucks. Chubby, there, can keep her happy -- tell her she's getting a strap-on, Honey." This last was directed at Shannon, who wasn't terribly happy at being designated a co-conspirator. Was this better than fucking? The jury was out...After very little warm up, the parade began. The dancers kept the women they were assigned to happily and muzzily in the belief that they were the object of their attention, sitting in.