.please" For an answer I slobbered all over his fingers for a moment or two before he pulled them out. He pressed them back between my cheeks and the ...entle scissoring movement was imediately replaced by hard, rough thrusting. I was opening for him, I could feel the resistence lessening. He could too, "You're almost ready..." I looked over my shoulder. "I'm ready now... really ready..." "Not quite..." I saw him looking around the room. His eyes locked onto something and climbed off me. I. .. and hard. We lay on the bed together. His dick was now soft and small. We held each other and I drifted off to sleep.We both slept straight through till morning. I awoke before him. I just lay there thinking about the night before. Robert was asleep on his back. The covers almost down to his cock. The cock I not only gave birth to but the cock that has now been in my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to shudder. I began to question myself. What did I do? What happens now? I must be the worst. She was having a hard time keeping track of our small time conversation about this and that. I laughed and I think she knew I was enjoyng her discomfort. The next time she came over I stayed wet from a shower and put the smallest towel I could find around my waist. Once again I stroked myself to make sure I had a semi and acted suprpised when she walked into the kitchen. As her eyes kept straying down to my semi she stammered, "I'm sorry I surprised you. I will knock next time I come in". I. She had dropped her daughter off to her mum's place not far away so she wouldn't be interrupted. We were in the kitchen chatting and she was making coffee and some nibbles when she just turned around, smiled and said "fuck it". She walked straight up to me and gave me an almighty snog, pressing her body hard up against mine - her breasts were full and hard against my chest and as our tongues slid in and out of each others mouths, my cock was getting very hard and pressing up against her. She.