He pushed the head in and sat for a second, letting her get comfortable with that. He then eased a couple more inches in and, again, let her get comfo...table with it. His hand was still rubbing her clit, her eyes were closed and he could hear her softly moaning every now and then. He pushed the rest of his way in and then back out. He did that a few more times softly, until he felt her meeting his strokes and pushing her ass back to get more and more of him in her. He began pounding into her. ”“How do you know that?” I asked.“Last year I was by myself in one of the downstairs rooms, and I heard them through the walls,” he said. “They were really going at it, too. I jerked off twice listening to them.“Wow,” James said, looking at the TV, where the two guys on the video were now fucking. “You still haven’t said how you liked it,” I said to him.He was quiet for a second.“I’m not sure what to say,” he said. “It all happened so fast. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening.” “What. I've seen his internet history. He is very discriminating. The only girls he ever goes out with look like models." I swiped my phone and opened Instagram. "See for yourself," I said, scrolling through my dad's recent pics."Okay. She's hot!" KT admitted, taking my phone for her own scrutiny. "She's gorgeous. But come on! My boobs are way better," KT said, continuing to scroll through my dad's photos. "Whoa! He definitely has a thing for legs. Can't see her face, but look!" she said, flashing the. I t was the first time I had seen or met Robert, Helen's husband. Hewas a tall, elegant fellow, slim and slightly balding and maybe 45years old. He was very pleasant but with an unintentionally superiorair about him. Later, I found out that he was a surgeon; having learnthis trade in the National Health Service, he now only did private,mainly cosmetic, work. Having gained a good reputation, he was now indemand more and more from the rich and famous. The rumour was thatHelen had persuaded him to.