I stood and quickly flipped my dress over my head, unfastened my bra and slid my panties off. He stared at my naked body as he struggled to get his c...othes off. I laid on the bed and spread my legs. I knew it was obvious I wanted fucked as my pussy was wet and dripping. "Please hurry" I said to him. He got between my legs and shoved his cock inside me and began grinding. I gasped and pushed my hips up so that we could grind together. He started pumping me slowly at first then getting. I woke up just intime for supper, felt like I had been ran over by a bus. My dick was red and sore, and it didn’t want to be touched. Walked slowly to the back door and into the kitchen only to find Marie waiting on me. She guided me down the hall to the washroom and started giving me hell about fucking Joyce without a condom, I promised Marie that I had pulled out and not shot off in Joyce. Marie said ok but you better not get Joyce pregnant. What about you I asked Marie did you get some more. ‘She’s in for a disappointment,’ I thought, but I was wrong. In the few seconds it took her hands to home in, their target had become proudly erect. My conscious mind still had no appetite for sex but my baser urges took over. Hardly knowing what I was doing, in fact feeling almost like a spectator, I thrust inside her. She looked so fragile that I thought I ought to try to exercise some control and treat her gently, but she forced herself down upon me with a series of powerful hip movements. Turning, she found her way to the dressing table, gazing at her form over the multitude of pretty jars and bottles, the endless modalities of color, scent, and texture in the various options for the proper presentation at times of day, days of week, seasons of the year, and infinite web of relationships now here, desired to be there, this bottle to ensure the finest material is saved for her dressmaker, this jar to provide just the right sheen to catch his eye in a room lit with candles and one.