His cock was buried in the spread open pussy. Lucy had her legs spread as wide as was humanly possible and her arms were grasped around Harry’s back... Sally stared at the sight feeling guilty at peeping, disgusted at the fact that they were engaging in that act in such horrid surroundings, and turned on at the same time.Her hand snaked between her legs, without her conscious will directing it. She started to rub herself and then realized what she was doing. She pulled her hand away and sat down. These were then whole body orgasms of a woman truly lost in pleasure. It was here that I learnt that fucking should be slow and intense, not the fast bull at a gate process that I have heard so many men (and more particularly their wives) talk about since.All through the next year I would go and see Mari whenever Uncle was away at work and I could bunk off school for the afternoon, and our revenge against the Old Bitch became complete. It broke my heart later when Uncle had a job offer in. I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted her. She drew me in as close as we could get, her breasts were pressed against mine, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel how hard her nipples were, and I could only imagine how turned on she was right now. My pussy ached for her touch, and it was all I could do to stop myself from touching her. “I know you want me,” Kat purred quietly, her lips barely touching mine. Her gaze held mine almost trance-like. She moved a hand under my skirt and started. A ringing in my brain. Incessant and patronizing. Her words: 'I'm doing this for you... then we have to stop'? What the hell did that mean? It sounded like she was setting this whole thing up. My mind was spinning out of control. We were just standing there talking about who was taller... before that... then it hit me."No! Stop." My hands went for hers. I began pulling myself away, a wave of nausea sweeping over me. She was fighting me, playfully, determinedly. 'It's OK, ' she seemed to be.