I just knew you should be told. Your different than them Brad. Roxy told me how she had a sex with TJ. He didn’t care about pleasing her. He just wa...ted to come. I saw you last night trying to fake raping that woman and I knew you’re not like them or the others. I may have slept around with other skin heads but they never actually gave me pleasure. They just wanted a cum bucket and I was there for them. I just thought that if you knew the truth you could be the one to give me the pleasure I so. "I know where you're at Tommy" Jill's hushed voice interrupted my thoughts and she took my hands in hers,"We've all been through it darling, all three of us, but not any more, we're out of it now and on the way up, don't dwell on the past for her sake as well as your own, just remember that things will never, ever go back to being what they were before, we're winners Tommy, Polly, Tommy and Jill, the three musketeers." Five" I said smiling at her, but she looked at me uncomprehendingly,"Five" I. With her back to the lounge chair, I propped her ass on the chair back before re-introducing my hard cock back into her tight hot pussy.Holding her by the ass cheeks I rammed her pussy hard and deep for the next few minutes. She looped her arms around my neck whilst her body was racked by cum after cum.“Oh.....Oh Mr Hughes we shouldn’t be doing this” she gasped.I ignored her and kept on fucking her, bringing my lips to hers to indulge in a passionate tongue-filled kiss. She was hesitant at. The inners were firmer, held in the costume, over ruled by the rolls of bum flesh squeezed by the stitching.The sexy – to me - element, was the cut which was really too small and revealing for her. I found out later her name was MerryLou McDonagh, and she was not a small, pert, hour glass shaped page 3 model. The Irish Amrican member of the syndicate turned and leaned back against the bar, her elbows firmly preventing her sliding forward, her already half full glass of Chardonnay held firm..