I put my thumbs carefully on either side of the vertebra that marked the separation of her buttocks and rolled them gently round the little pad of sof...ness. She drew her breath in with a hiss.'God, what are you doing? That feels so nice.' I carried on over her ass, keeping my hands away from the crease, and she thrust herself up towards me, trying to increase the contact, but I pushed her hips down again and ran my hands hard along her flanks. She relaxed and I gave each leg the full, sinew. No I thought, "Yes" A bit gay are we?"No I thought again, "Yes" Put the beers down and bend over"Not on your nelly, I thought. I put the beers on the coffee table and bent over. Shit!His hands gripped my hips and I felt his cock probe my crack. Aha! Can't get in, I thought in triumph. I pushed my arse back further trying to open my cheeks. He pushed his cock against my hole. Not today matey, I thought. I relaxed my muscles and his cock edged in.It was tight going as he forced his cock but soon. “Now you earn you dinner, Paul David. You stand back there and watch those bents come up. Don’t let them get out of sync. They have to go up together. You are my eyes. You tell me which side needs to ease and let me do the rest.”Suddenly I felt like the whole operation was on my shoulders and I felt a fear and trepidation that I would screw something up. With a wave of his hand and a shout to “Take up the slack!” the four teams stepped forward, crackling their traces with tension. The. "Hey," I whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Everyone is okay. No need to cry. It's all okay."Charlotte looked up from my chest and I had to force myself not to laugh. Her crying into my filthy t-shirt had transferred some of the soot onto her face, and her hair was everywhere. The result was comical– but she was still beautiful."It's not okay!" she sobbed. "You have always been a friend to me, and I've been such a bitch to you. I just ... I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I thought.