My cock pumped her, possessing every inch of her womanhood. She was mine! The elegant, sophisticated Sandra McFarland was being my bitch!Her pussy was...tight, contracted as it was with the fear that any woman feels when she is being ****d. I felt this tightness gripping my cock. It made for a fantastic sensation that validated my suspicion that **** would be a lot more fun than sex with a willing partner! I proceeded to fuck her slowly for I don’t know how long, pressing her body against the. Tom managed to get himself under control and he pushed Emma’s jeans down so that her lovely backside was pointing straight at me. He pulled the material of her wet panties to one side and slipped his fingers along the crack of her pussy. Emma was absolutely soaking wet and I could clearly see the liquid trickling around her labia and onto her thighs. Tom was expertly massaging Emma’s very visible clit and then he sneakily gently shoved his little finger into her bottom. Emma gave a little. I was loving this and relaxed my hole so that both her digits were readily accepted. My ass was opening up and was very oily, so it wasn't long before a third finger joined the party. She was pounding my ass with her three fingers by now. I requested that she open me up and she inserted a fourth finger. She was really pounding my ass open now. It was incredible. I was hoping that she would try for the fist, but she backed off at just the right time to keep me flying high and not shooting too. "What to hell did you do to get so big lad," he exclaimed, looking up from his five ten height, which I used to think was huge."Clean-living I suppose," I answered, dropping my cases in the hallway.We sat and chatted for about an hour and then my father went to bed leaving my mother and I in the kitchen. "Oh Frank, I have missed you, why didn't you write more often? Three letters in five years isn't much is it," she asked with tears showing in her eyes.I got up and hugged her, again something I.