When the back of her head was resting against the wall, she could not keep the rest of Jacks cock out of her mouth. He pushed his cockhead further and...further into her mouth, against the back of her throat, and he could feel the gag reflex coming and going in Gails body. Getting into a rhythm he could feel his cock going deeper and deeper, and in one push, felt it go down her throat. Now pumping in and out of Gails throat, Gail got her breathing rhythm down, and found herself getting excited. Bob was ready to go, “Everyone OK, Tiff you OK? Eric what about you?” We all agreed we were good and we were off. I was so glad I had worn a light weight dress, even with the air conditioner, we were packed heavy and all cozy. My son had his right hand on my bare leg, his left hand on the arm rest, but after we had been driving for just under an hour, I felt something becoming hard under my bottom. Not sure what it was I was setting on, I tried to adjust the way I was setting, when suddenly I. The reason was, her appearance was ... contrived. Every detail of hair, make-up and dress, perfect. I’ve always found that intimidating. Class distinctions in Britain may have changed, but (in my opinion) remain strong. But perhaps that’s all in my mind! Basically, what I’m saying is that I felt Gillian was socially above me – which says more about my self-image than her attitudes, I suppose. Then she looked up.“I like you,” she said, quietly. Then, after a longish hesitation, went on. “Karen. “And not as tight. Yes, yes, and move your feet further apart.”My sandaled feet shifted on the ground. I came closer to her stance, but I still felt awkward. My leg muscles stretched in new ways. The sword wasn’t heavy, but it had a weight that I could feel in the strain in my forearms.“We’ll practice, “ she promised, smiling at me.I nodded to her. But why did she have this natural affinity? The questions surrounded my twin sister ached at me. I wanted to know. I had so many questions I needed.