“Yes. Yes, fuck me harder please”. I looked over at Mary for a reaction and saw her look in surprise at her daughter’s voice and then smile ...nd go back to Amanda’s pussy. I fucked Marsha in a steady rhythm now focused on bringing us both to a peak. It did not take long, and just after Amanda had her release with Mary’s expert tongue Marsha arched her back and let out a low pitched groan as climbed over her peak. I speeded up my strokes as I too was on the verge of a climax, and. He returned to his room to dress but only slipping on his tshirt andjeans he didn’t think he’d need his socks and underwear when he got intothe cellar again. Dave could feel a tingling in his cock as he began to getturned on by the thought of being back in the cellar.Soon his father called goodbye and Dave watched his fathers car pull outof the drive. He practically ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Daveretrieved the key from the clock and opened the door. He went straight tothe. She ignored me and just stood there. I kept walking towards her. I reached out my arms. With one hand I dug into her shirt and grabbed her left boob. She wasn’t wearing a bra. With my other hand I reached under her skirt. I worked around her thong and stuck three fingers deep into her pussy. She tried to scream, but I pushed her against a wall and covered her mouth with mine. I rolled my tongue around hers as my hands started to feel her body up. She kept trying to resist. After a few minutes I. Once at the pub, as my gay friend went to the bar to get our drinks, I scanned the place and found what I was looking for: a tall good looking black man, sporting a huge torso, a nice smile and, apparently, I could imagine he was also gay or at least bisexual…I approached him and introduced myself. We started chatting when Claude came back with the drinks.I introduced the men without explaining Claude why I had chosen Adam, that was my new black friend’s name. He gave me a nice glance, telling.