She was wild. She squirmed and shivered, working every muscle in her luscious, young body for my enjoyment. She fucked up to me, trying to screw her e...tire body up over my aching hard-on. "Come," she purred. "Shoot off inside me, Davy. I'm safe. You don't have to worry. Don't pull out. Oooooh, God! Let me feel it. Let me feel your hot cum, baby." The hot wetness of my sister's soul was bubbling out around my prick. I'd just blasted off in her mouth a few minutes before, but her naughty words. “Yes Master, a slut deserves to be fucked roughly and I love it. Please don’t ever stop fucking me Master.”I reached around and started playing with Ella’s tits and nipples as I continued to fuck her, and she started fucking me back. I intermittingly spanked her, pinched her nipple and tugged her hair back. I was having fun, but also testing just how much she was willing to let me dominate her. It turned out pretty far, as the only things coming from her lips were moans and screams.After. He wanted Terrie worse than he’d ever wanted a woman before! “Well,” she said in her sultry, breathless voice, “Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” Without a word, John moved over between Terrie’s smooth, firm thighs, positioning his cock over her mound. She opened her thighs wider, then reached down and parted her lips with two fingers. Her opening was slick and ready for him, and she was panting slightly with anticipation; her mammoth breasts. He was of Polish origin, Karol Wojtyla, an itinerant worker who turned up one day and wooed mother. She was bewitched with his dark good looks and roguish ways. I heard years later that he had drifted to Italy and was living in Rome, but I never had any confirmation of this.I was named Karol after my father and was brought up by my mother's sister Winifred and her husband Charles Parsons whose name I took. Aunt Winnie and Uncle Charles were a devoted couple though sadly childless due to Uncle.