What if I did and you didn’t follow me? I think I would die. It feels like the longest night of my life, but eventually people start to say their go...dbyes. I get out my phone and call an Uber. I’m so nervous I can barely remember my address. But you say: “Hey, that’s near me - want to share?” and my heart leaps again. Now I’m afraid that someone else will want to join us, but no one does, and in no time we’re climbing into the back of the car.The driver’s a young man. As he’s putting the. Were my breasts really that big, as big as hers. I knew the answer. E - cup. And I’d thought DD was big. The girl massaged my back, my neck, kneading out the knots, the aches. The oil was warm, and I relaxed. Totally. Though half opened eyes I looked across at Cindy on the table beside me. Like me she was naked, with just a small towel covering our bottoms. I closed my eyes, and dozed…………………“I’m fed up with that bloody woman making snide remarks whenever I see her, and whispering her poison. I. One had a dress on. Lovely shade of pink, pity he hadn’t had a shave for a week.I sidled up to, Nigel. “Here my mate fancies you,” I says all friendly like like I was chatting up some girl.“Oh really,” he says, “And who are you, Vice pope Eric or the Prince of Whales?”“Nah straight up Nige,” I says, “He gets a bit loose tongued when he’s pissed, said he dreams about your big manly cock up his arse.”“My what?” he says.“Well it used to be remember?” I said, “When you used to get a hard on in the. Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly.