" Resolute, Emily says, "I need to know." She sniffs my shoulder, "You smell musky." "Sorry, I took a shower." She looks at me, "No, I like it, you...smell nice." "Oh, um, thanks." She bends forward and places what is best described as a kitten kiss on my chin. I try not to sigh and kiss her left cheek. She kisses my nose. I lightly kiss her lips. She kisses me back. Her lips are soft, warm and inviting. I caress her petite sides then rub circles on her back. I get my thumbs under the soft. ‘Bless me’, I thought. What the fuck.The man seemed happy with this information and held my cock towards him. “Oh yes, I can still see the semen around the tip of the penis”. He wiped the end of my dick with his finger tip and rub the wet stickiness his fingers as if checking the quality or consistency.He turned to his wife and said that he doesn’t feel anything of great concern and that he might just quickly check my prostrate. (I didn’t know what that was).He asked me to turn around and bend. Since she’d had Harry fuck her like that; the fortnight it’d been since they’d been able to do more than exchange a few hurried touches or frantic kisses stretching out until Molly had thought – recklessly, foolishly – about sneaking into Ron’s room one night and riding Harry while her son slept just a few feet away instead of a few floors away.She hadn’t in the end.Of course she hadn’t, but she’d wanted to, some wild part of her warming at the thought of how depraved it would be, how wicked.. Here's a cuppa to keep you going. Lunch when we've all finished."She wasn't joking! I hardly had time to gulp down my cuppa before my girlfriend was checking that Gustav was paying attention. In fact, he was standing rigidly to attention before another minute had elapsed, and she gave a grunt of approval as her blonde hair was drawn back over my stomach."Mmmm. Nice flavour, darling. You and Jen together. I do like that! Now, show me that you haven't lost your touch." Oh god! All this passion.