He had her spread open about as far as he could, her cunt halved, divided by that fat, throbbing cock! She could feel his hips grating against hers, c...uld feel the base of his cockshaft push forward now until it was tight against her flattened cunt-lips.Marcie loved it, loved the sensation of the heavy, hard male above her. She had had no idea fucking could be like this. The weight of all those sweaty muscles above her, the feel of his hands pressing hard against her shoulders, the touch of his. .She was oblivious to the fact that I was there.As I called her again she came to her senses and covered her, by now exposed body, with her thin saree..I asked her what is the matter and she said nothing, as if waiting to leave in hurry and embarrassment.As she was crossing me I caught hold of her hand and pulled her towards me. She just fell on me as I too did not realize that I had pulled her strongly. I could smell her body full of odor and sweat. I apologized and let her go but she stopped. If they added a little Bob Dylan into the mix it would be a great show.But instead of returning directly to Keswick, the bus had taken a short detour to visit this stone circle. Wayne had been almost asleep after they stopped for half an hour to let sheep finish crossing the road in front of them. He never did figure out how many there were. Then he’d stepped off the bus and followed the cast across a low fence—what was that poem about a crooked stile?—and into a scene from one of his dreams.. Harry slurped down all of her juices before dis-robing. He lined his well hung cock at her entrance. He looked at his young lover and she nodded her consent. He thrust in all he could at once tring to get it over with. Hermione bit his shoulder when he did this getting some of his blood in her mouth. Harry groaned in pain/pleasure as the tightest and most wet pussy he had ever experinced enveloped his cock. Harry waited until Hermione nodded for him to continue. Twenty minuets later Harry.