As I browsed her gallery I saw nude photos of Irene posing and masturbating. She quickly caught sight of what I was doing and grabbed her phone as fas... as she could. She saw that I was looking at a photo of her ‘flicking the bean’ (her hairy pussy was such a sight to behold) “Hey! Don’t judge me!” she said. “I just saw nude photos of me and my wife. I was just thinking it would be fair to see you naked as well. Also, I did confirm I have a tiny cock. So who’s judging?”. “Well not that I need. He let out a loud groan as i let out a painful moan.i tried to push him off but i couldnt and he carried on pushing in and out of me.it was painful but the more i showed it was hurting the more he got tuned on .he was biting my neck and my arsehole was on fire,but my cock was rock hard.after what seemed like ages i opened up to him and started to push back onto his thrust.he was breathing very deep and i could sense he was getting near to exploding.his rythm got more rapid,his breath. Later, I found that Day Dog Afternoon was an engrossing movie from the start and the other patrons had no incentive to ever look away from the screen. I decided to undo my pants and use one hand to stroke myself; my other hand held one of her thighs up.I knew she was coming when she starting gyrating her pelvis against my face. She supplied the movement, all I had to do was press my mouth forward. She admirably controlled her voice during her orgasm. I heard a few whimpers and then she. For the first time the consequences ofwhat signing that contract might mean for me began to properly sink in,which was both exciting and frightening when I thought about it.As I was on the commuter express the train made good time and arrived inBirmingham for once early, and after a bit of a run I made the 9.30 toLiverpool. Running with my cock pulled uncomfortably back was not apleasant experience, but it did mean I was in Liverpool for midday.Stopping at a phone card box just outside Lime.