She'd probably done this loads of times, but she still absolutely loved it. The bed was rocking as we did it, making occassional creaks and spring-pop.... If her flatmate was awake, she'd certainly know that there was some fucking going on in the room next to her.As I got hornier from the pleasure my cock was getting from pounding her, I increased the speed and her moaning got louder. Her tits looked great bouncing as we rocked the bed, the nicest tits ever. Her bf was a very lucky guy getting to. The well-calculated effect of her body on him was immediate: his eyes widened and the beginnings of an erection were visible in his pants. She told him to sit down and began to ask him a series of questions, starting with the routine, but quickly moving to the intimate. She referred to this as "taking a sexual history." "Do you have a girl friend? Have you had sexual relations with her? How many times? Have you had oral sex? When did you first have sex? Describe the rape that you were. Sherbet dips…lucky bags’ The candied litany squeaked from her like an advertisement. Although her mummy had taught her many words, she only recognized them in context, large rounded typeface in the comfortable pages of her storybooks, the words on the sweetie jars were formal and upright and meant nothing to her. The little boy was far more interested in what he could see from his lowest of vantage points, barely over the display counter, through the jars of coloured sweets, he could see his. ‘Are they the sort of thing that will enflame a man?’ ‘Of course I did, I’d be a pretty odd sort of bloke if I wasn’t interested in your most intimate clothing. I would also look up your skirt if I had half a chance but it is quite normal for people to admire the opposite sex.’ She looked at me incredulously. ‘I still think you’re full of it but point taken,’ she conceded with a smile after a pause. ‘Can we start again? Let me make you supper this evening.’ ————- That evening I headed up to.