I bought my hips closer in preparation to penetrate her.Mum: As you prepare to enter inside of me pull your skin all the way back revealing your head,...heightening the pleasure we get.As instructed, I pulled back the foreskin on my cock and slowly slid it into her pussy. She was tight, likely due to the fact my father has not been fucking her, but very lubricated from all the fondling.I pushed further into her as we both moaned in ecstasy. I started the pumping action front and back. I had never. Other than functional legs of course.I brought the flychair over and climbed in. Together we proceeded down the corridors. I could tell that something had changed immediately. We passed another boy, this one walking with his mother."Good luck, Rick!" he called out.His mother quickly hushed him but gave me a shy smile as we passed.I knew exactly where Francesca turned away every time she escorted me to the arena. When we passed it this time, still three abreast, I stopped in mid-flight and. I would feel her getting wetter and pushing herself towards me. I can hear her gently moan as I bring her to orgasm. I would continue until she was exhausted and begged me to stop. You are lost in your thoughts and you can feel your nipples erect and pushing at the fabric of your dress. Your pussy is hot and wet at the thoughts that have just been running through your mind. You look over to him and he is watching you and he smiles back. Does he know what's going though your mind. Can he? He. And yet, eventually, and in spite of the guilt that attended it, he always returned for yet another fabulous blow job!Of course, he told himself, in such moments, that he really wasn't 'cheating' on Cynthia at all! After all, he wasn't having sex with ANOTHER WOMAN! Surely that made a difference! Right? Of course it did! It had to! This was just sex ('just sex')! There was no love involved in it. And, since it was with another guy, there could be no possibility of getting another woman.