Are you two living together. Yes mum we do said Gina. You know your dad won't be happy but I will not tell. You of course know you cannot sleep toge...her in this house. I told Dan mum and he respects your houserules. You should show him the rest of the house. Gina went into the living room and ask Dan if he wants to see the rest of the house. Yes of course he said. Come on she said and she took him to the winecellar downstairs. She opened the door and switched on the light and he could see. ‘Oh, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.’ ‘You like this, don’t you, s*s?’ he said. He pulled back until all that remained inside her was the tip of his cock, then he slammed his full length back into her, driving in as deep as he could. She felt a wet finger probe at her ass. ‘Tell me you like it,’ he demanded. ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ she panted, grunting each time he thrust into her body. ‘I love it. I love it. I love you fucking me. I love my big b*****r so fucking much!’ ‘I love to fuck you, s*s,’ he. Banging. Thumping. Jumping. And if not then, why not now? thought Kirsten, as the sounds got fast and furious, the lights flashing over the fields and the stage, dark silhouetted DJs behind decks, films synchronized with the beat on the backdrop. A deep contorted fucked-up beat squeezed itself through the four to the floor, twisted around in her belly, sank into her chest, and released itself as Kirsten pulled Paul’s shorts down, his prick standing out tall and proud, pink and purple. It was overpowering. She began grabbing at her breasts and franticly pushing her vagina into the bathroom counter in front of her. All the while imagining her man making love to her as the woman she had now become. Sherry."Oooh yes!" she cried, trying to remember how her body's former occupant had said it, and wanting it to sound the exact same way. She stared at her face in the mirror and replicated the expressions she had seen many times form the other side, as the husband making love to his.