In response he moved his fingers from my clit and thrust them inside me so forcefully it pushed me further up the bed. His balls left my hand but I wa... barely aware of anything other than his fingers and the orgasm building inside me. Just as I was about to explode, he pulled his fingers from me, quickly rearranging himself on the bed so he was hovering over me, his cock at my entrance. I was too impatient to wait. I took hold of him and pushed his tip inside me, he seemed to lose his patience. An average sized dining table was on the left and had two half-filled glasses of wine. He led her towards those and offered the drink. She took it down in one gulp. "Looks like you can barely wait, huh?!" He asked.She smiled sheepishly and stayed silent.She wondered if she could still back out."Strip." He commanded. Sophie found herself on autopilot. She pulled her heels off. Then slipped the dress's straps over her shoulders so it slid down her slender body and gathered by her feet. Her pink. The occasion that night was his sons f******nth birthday bash, we got drunk and he flattered me by saying he always had the hots for me, so we went into the bathroom and I bent across the bathroom sink, after dropping my knickers, and he was inside me, took a few shakes, then the warm tell-tale deposit, and out, all before my knickers came to rest around my shapely ankles, a classic wham bam thank you maam, if ever there was one, and as I never had the chance to cum myself, I really dont count. When I met Chrissy, she was a fairly innocent 19-year-old. I was 24, in my first job as a low-level political hack who thought he had the world by the balls. Hey, I was drinking free liquor three nights a week courtesy of lobbyists and flirting with pages all day, so I was pretty happy. Chrissy was a sophomore at the college I’d recently graduated from, and we’d hooked up in one of the college bars I still frequented on the weekends. We hit off pretty well, and we were dating steady within a.