She had one of those little flowery anus’s that I found fascinating.This position gave me a great shot of her little arsehole and I took a few more ...hots of her in this humiliating pose. Kneeling on the bed next to her, I eased my finger into arse again. This time I sank it in all the way. Her cunny lips parted almost in sympathy as I rammed my digit into her body as far as I could, wanking all the time. Then I took a butt plug from my bag that I had modelled myself in a clay called Fimo. It. This cock was a good 9 plus inches. I took the head in my mouth as he leant against the door. Clean, fresh and hot, his gland so swollen and smooth on my tongue, I was getting dizzy with the pleasure of his taste. Then suddenly he tapped on the roof and pulled back sliding his cock back in his jeans and quickly buttoned up.He came round and got in the passengers seat. Just as I thought, it was the young man from the pool and he had a huge grin on his face. He nodded to a middle-aged couple. “Irish name?” I nodded, and he continued. “Fucked an Irish girl once. Wouldn’t let me come in her ass,” he laughed slyly. I ignored his attempts to rile me.“Ignore him, he has a hang-over and he’s sulking because he’s been watching me play football and he hates it. He’s a rugby man. Prefers more male contact, I think!” Ben dodges a punch, laughing. It’s clearly a well-rehearsed routine. I attempt to be pleasant and sociable, which is more than Christian did, spinning his stool back to the bar. Knowing how vulnerable I was made me more excited than ever and my penis throbbed. Auntie took up her position, to one side of me and began. Swish, swish, swish, swish the strokes came down sharp and fast. Swish, swish and I waited for the instruction to stand. “Get up.” As I rose I knew my cock was rigid and heard Kate’s take in a breath. “Fetch the ruler!” said Auntie. I returned from the kitchen, cock bouncing as I walked and stood facing her. She moved to one side and thwack, thwack,.