His TV was on. He only took off his jeans and pants. Natalie’s pale red panties were dropped on the bedroom floor to join her black skin tight leggi...gs. Next was her damp tee-shirt and she attacked the two bra clips round her back. Off peeled her 38D brassiere, her perfect conical breasts with puffies jutting proudly, quivering tantalising and after dropping that under garment in the same place as the others, she rubbed her large juvenile well formed bosoms in a sort of relief from the tight. I go to her bed, slowly I part her thighs so that I have access to her pussy. she is not wearing anything under her short satin night dress. I caress her pussy slowly and sensuously. She gets hot and her pussy shows signs of getting wet. I have other ideas. I wanted to be brutal to her now. I get naked once again, and position my dick over her pussy. only lightly wet and not reaaly ready to take a dick of my size in it in her almost dry pussy. But, I show no thought to that.In one smooth. The men picked the poor girl up and kept her face down. It was if she was flying Myra thought. A man on each side held each arm stretched out to her side. The guy in front held her up by her long hair. Still fucking her face down her throat. The rear man was just that. His cock still pumping her ass. He held each leg by her thighs. Myra watched her toes tense up and curl with each ass thrust.They worked the poor girl over like a rag doll. These guys had stamina or were disciplined. . I wanted to fuck; Ellen wanted to shop. We walked to the gift shop as I checked my watch. I knew I would have to go home tonight. I had only a couple of hours left, before my fairy tale carriage would turn into a pumpkin, just as Cinderella's had. Ellen took her time browsing as I waited impatiently. Half an hour went by.Finally she said, " O.k., let's go." Aren't you going to buy something," I asked."No. Let's go," she said, as if I was crazy thinking that she wanted to but something.We made.