I kept pumping her pussy hard and fast till I felt like cumming then I stopped, pulled out my cock and get down to lick her pussy juices clean. Then I...rolled her over with her legs down the couch and her ass within view, I spit on my cock and started to put it slowly in her ass head first.I pushed slowly until it was buried halfway and began pumping slow and steady, she yelled a little" Aah, I'm not ready, it hurts". I grabbed her left hand and guided it to her own pussy, she immediately rub. Ten minutes later as she stood there I ran my hands down her figure and lifted up her dress.My fingers ran up the insides of her thighs and soon I was running them up and down her slit through her knickers, she parted her legs slightly as I rubbed her gently but firm. I could feel her flab which was probably 18 stone. As I rubbed her with my right hand I fondled her breast with my left. This went on for a good ten minutes.I slipped my finger under the elastic of her knicker leg and found her. "Now, Sally." he said with a reproving tone of voice. "You were being rather sneaky last night, weren't you? Just what did you see?" Oh, sir? I didn't mean to, but? Like? I know it wasn't your fault, Brother John. I know she's a bad woman and she made you sin, Brother John. And I want to help you resist that sinful woman. I know I'm young, sir, but? Like? My sister and her boyfriend? They know they gotta wait 'til they're married. But I seen how they ... they? Like? They help each other without. We could get three-two at a local pub, so we all went over and moaned about the final. Since the only thing we all had in common was that class, our conversation naturally turned to the exam and some of the philosophers represented. After the second pitcher of beer, we started in on whether Kierkegaard’s existentialism or Nietzsche’s post structuralism had a greater influence on twentieth century philosophy—which, of course, was the subject for next semester’s course.I think the four of us.