Sandy stopped her motion, smiled and shifted over on the bed cover propping herself up on her elbows, Lorna climbed on beside her.‘Well if we are go...ng to do this together then lets do it together, eh?’ But not a word of this to anyone, ever – right?’‘Likewise. Not a word, I promise. It will be nice, you’ll see.’They both lay back and opened out their thighs, their knees bounced off each other touching in the middle of the restricted space, they giggled and then settled like it. Lorna closed. "I think I owe you a fag," she said, sitting down. I told her not to worry, offered her another of mine. Had she been crying? Her cheeks looked shiny, eyes a bit pink. Ever the discrete one, I asked her if she was enjoying the 'team building and goal setting'."I could live without, but - and I quote - this is work, not a jolly. Personally, I'd prefer a pint. Or ten." There was an edge to her voice I recognised. The Professional Being Professional Despite It All. Do Not Cross Line. You Do Not. Much better than my wife’s. The longer she fucked me the better I could move. I drove into her as hard as I could. ‘I’m gonna cum!’ she cried excitedly. And cum she did, her pussy quivering around my swelling dick. I felt the first burst of cum shoot out of my dick and into her eager receptacle. ‘Oh God Carol I love you!!’ I cried. She tumbled to the side and hugged me fiercely. She was crying. ‘What’s wrong baby?’ I asked. ‘It has occurred to me that our time together is growing short and I. With the savageness of a man possessed, Chris rammed and slammed his cock into my prostate body. Moving his legs between mine, he kept me from closing them, preventing him deeper entry. The viciousness of his assault caught me totally by surprise and un prepared for his attack. Chris continued to taunt me with his verbal assaults, 'take this dick, I'm riding this ass now bitch'. I countered, 'Chris, NOOO, take it easy man, NOOO, you're busting my ass, man slow down take it easy, you bastard,.