I love to give pleasure, and for her to dictate how she wanted it was good for me. She had lined up the head of my dick to her asshole, and was workin... it in. She had gotten it most of the way in before slipping into a steady rhythm, that had my cock sliding in and out of her ass. I didn't want to disrupt her rhythm, partly because I was enjoying it. After another few minutes, however, she disrupted the rhythm herself, by moving away, and pushing me onto my back. I usually dislike lying flat on. Amenthia rushed over to help me, taking my arm and pulling me back up to lessen the pressure on my back. She wrapped her arms around me, careful to keep her hands and forearms off my back while she did so. She pulled me up gently and helped me get back up to a comfortable sitting position. I enjoyed the sensation of her pressed against me; the smell of her freshly cleaned skin filled my nostrils. It helped to distract me from the pain, even if that was not the intention as she attempted to make. Eventually, though, my mom married this rich factory owner. Everything changed for me then. He had this enormous house, you could walk around for days and not get to see all of it. His daughter was around my age, and wow… no offense to you ladies, but she was a babe. She had a face that seemed sculpted, and really pretty long golden hair. Anyway, I had started to get interested, and apparently she was too because one day she left me a note. She was somewhere inside the house, it said, and if I. I realise that I could have put a complete stop to it if I had really wanted but there was something about Sally that kept drawing me back, and I was scared that if I did stop her, then we would stop meeting totally. If I am totally honest, I think I was hiding some very deep feeling for her.We eventually return to our old ways of meeting, arriving at the club and immediately swapping partners and later in the evening heading off for separate room fun. On one occasion as we all sat in the bar.