By then, Mike was sitting on his haunches as he recovered. Cindy was resting, her head against the back of the couch, a satisfied smile tracing across...her face. I gave one washcloth to Mike and used the other to carefully clean Cindy's sodden, seeping pussy. She closed her eyes, grasping my hand and pressed the warm washcloth firmly against her pussy. Cindy and Mike rested as they quietly sipped their drinks, perhaps reliving the recent experience. I was totally aroused by what I'd watched, so. Don’t disappoint me.”“As hard as I can. I don’t ever want to disappoint you,” my words crack and raise in pitch as I confess and bear my soul to Him.“Good girl. I know you won’t disappoint me.”The dead air between us makes my head spin. My breathing is ragged and laboured. He takes his time to give the command I am in dire need of hearing. I feel like a young girl, waiting, hoping, to hear her first love tell her that he loves her, back. My ears ache from the pounding in them. The spinning in. She trembled and took a deep breath. I then placed both my hands on her bra and started kneading it. Her ass cheeks were feeling my erect cock.I kissed her cheeks from behind. I turned her around and she just put her arms around me moving on my back.I moved my hand on her back feeling her bra straps and moved it down to feel her bare buttocks over the thin cloth. They were so tight and soft.I took her to the hall where I had one mattress on the floor.She held my hands and we laid down together.. Despite Joan’s well intentioned warning I had felt optimistic and excited about later. I also rationalised that the worse that could happen would be for Gina to turn me down. Later, after work – I was a bus driver – I phoned Gina to tell her to expect me at about half seven. She’d replied in a cheery voice: “Thanks for that. See you shortly.” About quarter past seven I’d packed my electric drill, rawl plugs, screws, metal ruler and spirit level into my canvas holder. I’d then left my house and.