There was no more foreplay. He took his erection in his hand and guided it to my opening. He slid the head between my wet lips and soon forced it in...o me. Oh, god, how good it felt.I moaned into his ear as he pounded into me. This was not gentle love making. This was hard fucking. And I didn’t care, I loved it. His cock thudded into my wet center, making squishy wet sounds and exciting my clit with each stroke. I felt myself rising rapidly toward an orgasm. I urged him on with my. He liked satin underwear, short skirts, high heels and tight tops,which he kept in the spare room. Only Helen knew of thesepredilections. She'd been surprised when he confessed to her one night- he was so masculine, so one of the lads.She wasn't happy that her husband often wanted to slip into a dress.However she recognised that it was something he had to do and she wasprepared to tolerate it as long as she didn't have to meet Tracy.Robbie would have been mortified if any of his rugby. When I smiled, Mercy said, "Thank God, he's okay. He was having trouble and you helped him."Missy helped me to gently clean him with some wipes from Lizzy's stuff. Sue was holding Mercy's hand as I placed the baby on Mercy's chest.Glenda said, "Missy, you better check Merlin, it looks like he fainted. I'll wait by the door for the paramedics."Sure enough, a sheriff's car, a fire truck, and a paramedic truck all showed up at once. Glenda escorted the paramedics to the bedroom and helped Missy. I can still remember today what exactly I did that night, but I couldn't control my actions anymore. Since that friend knew how I was feeling after smoking some we-ed, he started to flirt with me. It didn't even take two minutes until we started to make out on the couch in the livingroom. I was so high that I didn't care about it, I even didn't care that others were watching us, how we kissed each other and how he started to play with my tits. I don't really remember for how long we were making.