” She gave a slight but firm squeeze to my nuts and convinced me who was really in charge. Mary spread her legs wide and continued to hold me as I p...sitioned myself over her. She guided my straining cock within her.As I rapidly pistoned the girl’s twat, she began to loudly moan and cry again. I remember now thinking about the old joke about the fellow who complained that the guys at the office had gotten him a sweater for his birthday. Last year they had gotten him a moaner and groaner. My. "As he slipped out the back door he heard Alyson ask in a quiet, worried voice, "Is he hurt?" Only his pride," Mary said in a normal voice before she opened the other shutters.It's not my pride, it's my honor, he thought. He worried that concept all the way to the outhouse and halfway back, when Alyson stepped out the back door to go relieve herself. She hadn't been aware what had happened. He forced himself to act natural. It's hard to be natural when you're trying to appear so, he realized."I. He caught my eye, and lookedembarrassed, but I smiled to let him know that I didn’t mind. His hands stroked down the sides of mybody, and up round the sides of my bare titties. His fingers just touched my under-breast; then hestopped. “I think you’d better do the rest,” he said, his voice a little bit hoarse. I looked at him, and he wasactually blushing a little. And what was more, I could see a bit of a bulge in his swim-shorts, so hewas getting turned on too. “Ok, Sam,” I said, and he passed. One particular partespecially. "We knew it might come to this. We can't ignore thisopportunity. I can't force you though, and of course I wouldn't try, butyou are wearing these when I come back then I'll know you want to..." Do you think that will start us changing back?" he had asked. Sure, whynot? She thought but she just shrugged and tried to look like there wasnothing she would like more. From the look on his face she felt shehadn't been that convincing. Best leave before further discussion.