After a few minutes of this, I had an idea. I lifted one of her legs and moved my body somewhat perpendicular to hers, positioning my dick next to her...pussy. Then I reached down and started rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her slit, making sure to give her clit plenty of attention, too. She started moving her body, trying to impale herself on me, but I teased her for a while first. Eventually, though, I did enter her, sliding smoothly into her hot, wet hole. I kept my hand there, rubbing. I was so happy to know that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. It was very hard for me not to just put my hand inside her shirt and get a touch of her tits, but somehow, I controlled myself.I had decided to go very slow, and not waste the chance. I slid my hand through her shirt collar and caressed her naked shoulders, feeling her bra strap. Then I went down and touched her cleavage, and it was mesmerizing, and soft. I just couldn’t believe I was doing this, inserted my finger through. I hate you English.” I could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the anger in his voice.“There is one Polish girl who insists on calling me Szkop, which is probably something rude in Polish.”“Col, I’m so sorry. Have you told them you are not a Nazi – that your mother was in a concentration camp? Surely that would make a difference?”“I can’t tell them. I can’t tell them anything because we need to stay hidden.” Col shouted, then turned and ran into his bedroom, slamming the door closed.I had never. . are ... you ... still ... so ... hard?” Becca expressed her shock, as I slammed harder into her twat and then pulled out to push my way into her ass.“It’s a gift that I have,” I told her, which was quite true, even as Becca squirted from the rough way that I took control of her and made her my bitch, “by the way, I just knocked you up. Don’t believe me? You’ll know that I’m right soon enough.”Becca’s bottom was quite as tight as the rest of her, and in fact, she was an anal virgin from what I.