“As I said, he’s heartbroken, poor man, and I realised how deep their relationship was. It could have been me with him, having a relationship like...that. Now I feel I’ve somehow missed my way in life. I’ve missed out somehow. It’s thrown a new light on my life with Peter.”“Claire, you’re not...”“Oh no! I made a commitment to Peter and I’ll stick with it. I do love him very much, you know. At least I will if I get a proper apology for what he’s done. I’m astounded at his nerve! Fancy writing to a. Satisfied with the placement against the bed to prevent me from expelling it, she says, “There that should do quite nicely. Be forewarned, it does many surprising things that are at my command.” Moments later Terry’s finger is sliding up my ass crack and pushing at my tight hole. She quips, “You better loosen up because my other friend is going in here.” As she uses her fingers to spread open my crack, I feel a smooth, round bulb replace the finger that had been rubbing my ass. As pressure. Becky stood, stumbled as the train ran over some points. She had no idea where her knickers had gone, but there was no time to worry about that. She pulled her skirt down and her bra and top up, knowing how dishevelled she looked.For whatever reason, she’d not thought to bring anything to clean herself off; perhaps she’d never imagined there’d be a need for that. The station toilets would be closed, she thought, in case of druggies. She had no choice but to rub the sperm into her stockings with. "Yes, Carl," she whispered, "you do have a choice." "Mom?" Carl asked, incredulously. "Just relax, honey. Just relax." "But, but, then I..." "Shhhhh, I know, honey, just relax. You can't stay like that forever. Let yourself go." Wendy thought Carl was not going to do it for a while. He stayed silently above her, poised and tense, and then slowly, gently she felt him relax his tight muscles, and she felt the tip of his cock press once again against her pussy. He paused again, his breathing.