My lips opened and he shoved my head down his cock, plunging unceremoniously deep into my wet hole. Held me tight, ruthlessly buried in my throat; blo...king my air, pushing down harder. I struggled, hands on his thighs pushing back, demanding my own path. Drove my mouth up and off his cock; spit on it, opaque trail running from my lips down to his dusky head. I slid my hands around his glory, squeezing, twisting. Both hands caught in my hair, he forced my head down onto his, pushing past. Poor Sheryl had died in a horrific car crash a year later and he,d never gotten over her, but Sian was the true love he,d been searching for and she was a girl from London England where he,d just spent the previous ten days, even sleeping in the room Sian,s older brother Royston used to live in. Royston had been married living in his own house three years and Sian,s parents trusted them to behave, but likely knew they couldn,t keep their hands off each other. The night he,d surprised her he,d. The water provided enough lubrication for her to slide into me once I got used to the feeling again. I tried to keep quiet because I didn't know if any other girls were in there. After a while, though, I couldn't keep it in anymore and moaned. Sure enough, a female voice giggled a stall away, and asked if we were having fun. Mistress laughed back, and confirmed that we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves.Knowing someone was there seemed to turn Mistress on, because she started ramming faster,. Excuse me."He dashed out to the car and returned with a supermarket bag. "Tina told me that you both had a taste for gin and tonic but had pulled your horns in recently." Oh my!" said Rosie. "Do we ever! That's very kind of you, Christopher. I'm not sure that you're allowed one though, Arthur." Rubbish!" All right but a small one. Christopher, would you do the honours?"Christopher smiled and nodded. She led him to the kitchen and got four glasses down. She also produced ice."No lemon," she.