More immediate however were Bill’s strong hands lubed with oil deeply massaging my back and working ever lower down my body. It felt really nice an... between his touch and watching the activity on the screen I started to wonder if my butt would be involved in his massage or how he would handle it. His hands were now at the small of my back working lower and lower. The laptop now showed two fingers sliding in and out of the hole. Bills hands now slipped over the sides of my hips and on to the. " I stood behind her and I grabbed her hips and slide every inch of my long cock into her. I start thrusting as soon as I hit bottom. Marina is still very sore, but she loves every stroke. When I filled her with my warm seed she came again. I pushed her forward onto her stomach and laid on top of her, my cock still buried inside her. As sore as she was, she didn't want me to pull out. But I did, and we got under the covers and she shut out the light and fell asleep with my big, hard cock. "This is too much, Trixie. I don't know what kind of fucked up game this is, but Bronte will get pneumonia--"Bronte smiled at Soames, through her tears. "Really, it's all right, Soames... Miss Watson um, knows what's best--"But again Bronte's mouth was shut by Trixie's nasty hand."Dude, don't worry about it, this is fine." Ed said. "She's been through worse." That's right, Soamesey... I know you love your precious little Bronte, but I've got it all under control." Trixie grinned, and opened. From this angle, if leaned forward slightly and looked out to the left, I had an unobstructed view of Staci tanning by the pool. Usually this was my routine every Saturday. After I did the yard I would race upstairs and watch Staci suntan and masturbate while fantasizing about her. But for some reason I felt guilty about it. Maybe it was my Catholic upbringing or because I imagined she might find it disgusting that I felt that way, though neither really did stop me from pleasuring myself. From.