I was already open with my top ride..Some thing devilish and entered into his eyes and he smiled naughtily and he started to fuck me like a mad man. I...could feel the bed rocking under me, it was making kich kich kich sound which was resounding in the bedroom; felt like I was a party to a gay sex movie and the top wall (chat) swaying before my eyes.. I could feel stars forming in the sky with pain and pleasure in my ass-hole…my breath was getting deep and erotic and I was trying to hold him,. Feel the little nub. Your clitoris or clit, for short."Luck, or good management, she had no difficulty in finding the nub. Middle finger to that small point and almost instantaneously, electronic charges shot out through her body. God, what was happening? Her breathing was faster. And as her fingers circled faster and harder, it came in wilder gasps.Her mouth gaped at the storm that was overcoming her. Could there be more? Bizarre but beautiful, as her frantic mind tried to come to terms with. ’ ‘What!’ ‘Yes Barnaby. Perhaps that’s all the more reason you should go to see her a week on Sunday, the 18th that is.’ ‘I don’t know about that. It’s not as though I’ve anything to say to her. Why all this business about the 18th? Anyone would think it was something special.’ ‘Ah, but it is. It’s Mothering Sunday and your mother will be expecting you.’ ‘Do I have to? I’m really not sure about this.’ ‘I am. Your mum’s ever so proud of you, she thinks you’re amazing and she’s expecting you.. Still you never knew; often in was thequiet ones.............."The warehouse foreman said you wanted to see me Mr Tilsbury," Briansaid."Oh yes, Brian Macklin; you service the Moseley area don't you?"Tilsbury asked."Yes it's on my route," Brian answered.For a fleeting second he wondered if either the woman who'd given himthe footjob last Tuesday or the mischievous older woman who'd asked himto straighten her seams had lodged a complaint."Oh good Mr Macklin; would you be so kind as to deliver.