Meantime, and somewhat to my confusion and embarrassment, I found myself increasingly aroused whilst listening to their loving making. Inevitably I be...an to seek out my clitoris and to diddle myself to my own orgasm. I couldn’t forever avoid Mark the morning after he had stayed over and I sometimes bumped into him going to or from the bathroom or saw him in the kitchen having breakfast. Mum had bought him a bath robe to wear for such occasions and I, likewise, tried to make sure that I was. He's pushing ever so gently now. "Five inches to go," he's counting down, "four. three." If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can't really describe it. "Two," he continues, "one, done." I groan in reply. "I'm in the tunnel of pleasure," he waxes, and there's' a brilliant light at the end of it." I'm still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. "Gently," I say again. He's going in reverse, slowly withdrawing his dick by some inches.. She was so sexy, and I was so horny for her. My pussy began tingling as she moved her pussy and asshole against my tongue. I slid my finger into her ass as I licked her. She gasped and pushed against it, taking my finger deep into her ass.She squeezed her tits and then began to lick them, sucking on her nipples. I know it would turn my boyfriend on, and then as if he were reading my mind, I felt his hard cock sliding against my ass. He slid his cock into my soaked and swollen pussy, and began. My lips couldn't even form sounds let alone words to explain myself, what did I think was going to happen exactly? She just sat there and shook her head before raising her hand and pointing to the elevator. "Just go would you, I didn't think you were like this John." she sighed disappointingly.She was clearly getting angry and I was too stupid to just apologise before I rushed back to the elevator and pressed the button. The doors shut to hide me from her glare as I headed back to the ground.