He looked about 18 or 19, probably a freshmen, slim kid with no fat and little muscle on him. He fumbled with his belt and then his fly and finally ju...t let his pants fall to the floor. He looked at me, ready for me to start. The kid looked desperate to have someone, anyone other than himself, to coax an orgasm out of his young body. "Please," he said. A very polite, simple request, but the way he said it spoke volumes. I reached my hand out and gave his member a slight tug. He whimpered at the. On weak knees, she moved to look in the mirror. She could see the spot of paint he had scraped off, hanging loosely from her skin, and reached up with numb fingers to pick it off. She stared into the mirror, looking for the smiling woman in the picture she had showed Bobby and Constance. She looked at the tight, pale skin of her face and neck ... the bun wound up tightly on top of her head. She hadn’t cut her hair since Harry died and, when she let it down, it reached to her buttocks. No one. I could feel my body wanting to pull her into me. She drove up into my pelvis, unwavering in the push towards my climax, then it hit like the feverish flush of the bathroom toilet, spewing sexual pleasure up into my body from her mouth as I came and came into her face. I'm sure I was loud. I struggled to hold my balance as my butt quivered with each spasm, pulsing down into her face as she finger fucked me through it. It left as slowly as it came on me, her skilled massages easing me back down. ..Henk comes over and caresses my arse............running his hands over it ...opening my cheeks and running his hand down the slit.......he finds my arsehole and roughly pushes his thumb in .........then another finger ...opening me up ........with his fingers still in me he leans his body over mine until his mouth is on my ear and he whispers ......."this is mine to fuck when i have finished........and i am a big big man slut........think of me fucking your arse hard for the next five won't.