He pushed his cock in and I asked to enter more and more. With each stroke, I asked him to push harder. I needed the pain, I needed to be fucked hard ...o I can scream. I asked him to bang me over and over. Oh, it was so good. I was lost in a world of lust and felt the sexual pleasure of a strong married man. I felt loved. He threw his cum on my tummy and we lay hugging for a few minutes.The day end.I wanted more. His cock felt so good in my pussy I wanted to feel a lot more.I invited him over. Surrounded by my open fly and squeezed out and up, my cock look quite impressive. Julia's eyes were riveted. She touched her top lip with the tip of her tongue. Gotcha. We may not fuck... but I was sure going to try my damnedest to cum somewhere other than in my own hand.Reluctantly, Julia met my eyes and then blushed. "Right. Finish your face." She quickly lowered her gaze again, but had resumed massaging lotion into my face. I stroked my cock half a dozen times, then stopped, allowing him to. When I woke, Ich was pleasantly refreshed. I mean, I was pleasantlyrefreshed. Apparently some German was embedding itself in my noggin afterall. Himmel! I was surprised, but gave due credit to whichever egghead hadthought up the concept.Breakfast was as good as yesterday, although today there was rich, freshcow's milk with it. Gott in Himmel, where had they gotten cow's milk?! Itwas rich and creamy tasting, with some of the unfiltered thickness thatcomes with fresh country-side milk. I swished. Not a moment later I was coming again soaking my panties to the point that it could no longer hold any more fluid. My knees buckled, and I slumped to the floor shivering all over. My nipples were hypersensitive and rubbing agonizingly against the lace trim on my bra. I was on the verge of crying. I needed to know who the panty wanker was! I undressed and put the pink thong and purple bikini panties into the hamper, then showered, and got ready for work. I had a crap night at work, as all I.