He climbed onto the table with me and i felt him enter me. oh the pleasure. he started kissing my breasts, biting them occaisionally. i honestly thoug...t i was going to die from the pleasure. he was bouncing up and down on me now. i couldnt tell who was wetter, me or him. he stood up and so did i. i knelt on the ground and put his cock in my mouth. he held the back of my head and i licked and licked until he exploded with pleasure. i stood and he told me to lie on my front on the table so i did.. There was no way to avoid adding that I had enjoyed a marvellous fuck with the lady, Louella Morrison, who perhaps Lucy had met before. If Lucy chose to be annoyed by the idea, I would have to inform her that I could not now break my word to Louella and that if she, Lucy, thought I was a cad, so be it. I would accept her strictures in silence and beg her forgiveness. Of course, what really concerned me was the selfish fear that Lucy might be so angry with me that she would never again enter my. I withdrew from her lips to alert her to the impending opening of the floodgates, but it was too late already and I felt my whole body shaking and tensing as I came, leaving a sticky mess on both our bodies and the woollen blankets. She ignored that fact completely and pressed herself closer to me, kissing me softly and stroking my hair. We lay motionless for a few minutes, in a state of suspended animation, quiet and strangely fulfilled, until I felt I should return the favour and turned her. Try as she might, and as wet as she was, she just couldn’t get the fat cock head past her tiny opening. Becky moved back and forth, side to side, pressing down from all angles, and it just wouldn’t go in. It hurt, and she felt the tears running down her face.For his part, Bill laid there, letting her do the work. His prick was as hard as he could remember it ever being, but her opening resisted its invader valiantly. He could hear her cries in the dark, and knew he was hurting her, which broke.