All I wanted was to cum and cum and then to cum some more. It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop.Victoria eventually said, “I’m going to te...l. You just raped me.”I said, “Go ahead and I’ll fuck you some more. Hell, I can get hard several more times before Mom and Dad get home. How many times can they punish me for the same thing.”Victoria changed her tune and said, “If you let me up I won’t tell.”I said, “Get naked, pick up all of my coins, and let me fuck you until Mom’s car pulls into. The soldiers continued to drink, finishing the beer at just after eight o'clock and then starting on the wine. They seemed to have no care whether it was red or white, sweet or dry and laughed like common criminals when Lauren tried to recommend a good after-dinner port.At nine, Lauren ushered Emma and Jamie off to bed, saying to the officer that it had been a long day. She watched as his eyes followed Emma's buttocks, his beer bottle poised between his lips as she disappeared off down the. Harry did ask me why I was getting all dressed up. I told him this may be the last time we saw Simon; we should make an effort. It seemed to work.Halfway through the evening, and thoughts of a spectacular orgasm were fading fast. My ambition of avoiding getting squiffy was also dead and buried; I was now on my fourth glass of Merlot. Simon offered up the bottle to top me up. It was now or never. I declined the wine saying that Harry wouldn’t let me have any more after what happened with his. The two of us have gotten very good at this. We have begun to do it several times a day.”I watched her as she applied her finger to the bump. It didn’t look hard. She went faster and faster, and finally I could tell she was having a pleasure cycle. She gasped for breath, and her body shook. She stuck her legs straight out, and I could see chill bumps on her. At last she slowed her finger, and grinned up at me.“See? That’s all there is to it. You can try it, if you wish.”I did wish. I stood, and.