It was a challenge to him now.“It’s okay.” Gemma’s lips smiled thoughtfully, appreciating his effort and attitude. “We can go there.”“Ni...e bunch of friends you’ve got there.” Brad made some conversation as they walked to his office. “Are they always like that, or was this a special treat for you tonight?”“They’re my older sister’s friends really,” she explained. “They thought it was pretty funny that I didn’t have much money and they wanted to have a few laughs at my expense I guess. I didn’t. I stared at her, seeing the sweat dripping off her brow, her mouth open and wide with unbearable stress and uncontrollable enjoyment. She began to moan slightly, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to grasp the edge of the bench again. I grinned, pushing every last bit of effort into the final stretch. She was near the edge, and so was I. Both of us, our heads thrown back in ecstasy worked each other over and over, building up the tsunami of pressure. I was grunting more now, the. ”“Yes, clever girl hence you. Now come here so we can be bad girls.”Tabitha had long since discovered that Lady V whilst well over twice her age was so satisfying to make love to. Her every erotic zone was stimulated in just the right way to drive her wild with excitement. Some very interesting things were done to her with a feather and she quickly reciprocated much to their mutual delight. It was with fond memories as well as a plump order book that she returned to England. Flying into St. It reminded me of the movies we watch where the women is being fucked by a monster with tentacles the being total helplessness, until they gave up and climaxed, with piss and cum running out of them, but most of all, really, was this morning when you were slow fucking me, letting my mind work - now compare that with last night when it was all physical, where your mind was not getting you off, it was mostly what people were doing to you, which one would you pick if you had to, which you don't -.