Paul knew that it would be a good night as he knew that Ann was horny and Jean and Pam were always horny. Pam also had that glint in her eye which Pau... knew so well. Pam was horny, and they both knew it. Paul excused himself as he still had four films to edit as he wanted them online tonight. His phone beeped; he had a WhatsApp message from Pam which read, “Darling, do me last tonight. I want you in every hole. I want to finish you off in my mouth. It will make a great film. I will get Ann and. He told me how much I must like having a real man in me. He fuck me hard and fill me with his cum. He pulled out and it still hurt he forced me over on my stomach and started spanking my butt. Each swat hurt more than the previous one. When he stopped I knew what he was going to do. He grabbed my hair and pulled back keeping me from moving forward under the pressure of his cock against my asshole. It took him a little while to get in but once he was in he filled me. I thought I. " I'm scarcely a philosopher," I laughed. "I do recall, though, that Socrates is supposed to have encouraged all men to marry, stating that if they chose well they would be happy, and if poorly they would become philosophers. So far, I seem to have chosen well, or been chosen, so perhaps I'm not destined to become a philosopher." I won't argue that. Still, you have a life philosophy that is unique. I might write my master's thesis about you," he laughed. I choked. Let's change the. .." is all I manage to say before I feel him pushing inside. All the way. "Oh....my....God..." I can't believe what this man is doing to my body. Taking it and making it his own. Very slowly, he starts a rhythm - pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back in, full length. "Open your eyes" he says. As I do, I see him standing there, smiling down at me. His hands grip my legs as he plunges into me over and over. He slides easily - my fluids and the ice cream must make a lovely, slushy.