When he resumed his probing of my inner-most regions he started to pick up the pace which brought me to my first orgasm. My contractions nearly sent h...m over the edge too, but he slowed the pace and controlled himself until I finished. Upon starting up again, he sped up quickly slamming into my ass at a feverish pace until he froze and I felt his cum filling me up. As he pulled out, his warm goo ran down my thighs making me feel even more the slut. As I rested bent over his workbench, Paul. I tried to reach around him but I couldn't, I pushed him harder, but nothing he just stood there panting. He was so close to me, I couldn't figure out what he was doing, I was laughing, trying to get him to move. So I'm there with my shorts around my ankles and no idea how to get this big lug out of the bathroom. It is comical, he won't let me out. I'm completly exposed. One minute I'm laughing then suddenly I felt him move, against my pussy, he licked me. Im thinking, Really? No way he. Once in bed, he carefully removed the new panties then mounted me like a crazy man. I didn’t have to fake any of the noise; his magnificent cock, my sore bottom and matching sore cunt did all of it…I was very loud! There was no love involved; it was pure a****l lust as he tried to fuck the bottom out of me! And, he did a very, very good job of that. His thick nine inches was a good tight fit in my small frame. Doing doggie or missionary he could and, often did hit bottom in me. Not too hard. ”When we pulled up in front of their old house, Becky let us in and then went next door to see Mrs. Bray and let her know we were going to be there for a couple of hours. Katie and I went to her old room and started pulling the covers off her bed. She folded up the blanket and duvet while I taped up a box to put them in. We weren’t sure if the sheets on the bed needed washed or not, so we left them in place until Becky could tell us what to do there. Katie’s closet and dresser still had some.