Bob weren't having none of that so he slacked off the steam feed to the Pincer and let Mandoza fall on the floor and stuck a bowl under the top of his...shoulders to catch blood for a black pudding for tea, then him and Mavis hoiked Mendoza on to the fucking shaft and Bob agreed with Jerry to leave the clevis out.They packed his body up level with some old benches, shoved the fucking plunger right hard up his ass till it stopped and then made sure the piston were right back and with a fanfare in. Her smile was intoxicating and her bubbly personality seemed delightful. I started talking to her and we seemed to hit it off. As the night went on, we were really getting on like a house on fire. After dinner we moved to the dance floor. She swayed and twirled to the music, her long soft brown hair flowing over her shoulders, her blue dress twirling out around her shapely legs. But I think the part that attracted me most was her smile. It lit up her whole face. I have never been much of a. ..."He gripped the waistband of my trousers and yanked them down awkwardly between my arse and the chair I was sitting on; the movement jolted the tools attached to my breasts so that nipples were an agony of pain. Horrified, I realised that my pussy was getting wetter than I could ever remember.He pulled my trousers off. I wasn't wearing knickers, I never do - it's always been a running joke, that I was always ready just in case. Didn't seem so funny now. He pressed my legs open and pushed. There are specific things I want you to do.” I was surprised and curious at this. Certainly, I loved to massage women, heck I had massaged my sisters and other girlfriends for years, but not typically naked of course. There seemed to be something different in the wind as she lay down and spread her legs a bit. She put her head down on her folded arms, eyes to the left. I got on the bed and straddled her with my slightly softer cock lying on the crack of her ass. I poured a bit of oil on her.