Ten minutes after my parents had departed that friday evening on their drive to Powys, Corky arrived with a bag full of pasties, pork pies, and black ...urrant scones from a local bakery. Alice was in the kitchen preparing a jug full of lemon squash and another full of milk chocolate for us. Dad, as always knowing Alice surprisingly well, invited her to help herself from the crates full of larger, bitter, and stout bottles he kept in the garden shed along with a cot which he never explained what. I really hoped he couldn’t read my mind for I was thinking, I wanted him chained to my bed covered in cream with me licking his torso and then making mad passionate love (what is it with me and poring stuff over guys?). I went back to reading my book cursing the main girl getting fucked while shackled to a bed huh maybe that’s were the chained fantasy came from. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted as a shadow fell over my book. The guy I was fantasising about was standing in front of. Looking up at her, her head is thrown back, free hand pulling on her own nipples as I insert two fingers inside her. I really want my cock in her. And I really want to come in her, but more than that I want to see HER come. But I am not the one in control here."Careful with that cock Julia, don't make him come." Husband steps forward. He has undressed and is erect. He grabs her hand away from my cock and places it on his own, then kneels on the bed and lifts the back of her dress."Julia, sit. The pain mixed with the pleasure and all she could think was ‘more’. She wondered, briefly, if she let this go on for much longer would she lose her mind completely. Oh but the thought of going over the edge with that hard piece of meat banging her had her juices running down her thighs even more than before. More than once already this stranger had slipped out of pussy from all the lubricant her body was providing. Each time she almost wept from the feeling of loss and then cried to the.