I pull the covers up and turn to leave when her hand grasps my wrist. "Wait, stay with me, come take off your clothes and get into bed with me."This i... absolutely forbidden! Every fiber of my being rebels as I remove my shirt, my shoes and trousers and slip into the bed with her, wearing only my under shorts. She spoons backwards into me with a soft, contended sigh. The natural fragrance of her hair assails my nostrils, driving its way into my brain. I close my eyes as if this will prevent me. I put the filter in full-silence mode--I didn't want to know what they thought of me as they heard me whine about my aching hand. Aching hands! Punching Daddy Horse in the stomach with the gun in my left hand hurt that hand too.The problem with being in transition between a reacting agent and an acting agent is that you can react then stop to consider whether thinking about the correct action wouldn't have been better.I stood above Daddy Horse's limp body. My hands seriously hurt!"What the fuck. Your cock, any cock. I don’t care, I need to be fucked. Hard. Please, I just need my cunt filled.” Knowing what was coming next, my body starts to quiver, and I can feel my juices flowing. Chuckling into the phone, he says. “You really are a slut, aren’t you? You would fuck anything that came near you right now, wouldn’t you? Okay, slut, show me how you want to fuck me. Use your dildo, and slowly put it into your cunt. Does that feel good? Don’t spoil it for either of us now. Don’t cum yet.. And finally I felt her vagina getting even tighter around my shaft and I knew she was close, too. “Let’s gum together.” She said. Then she started screaming lightly. And I took it as my signal and let myself go. My balls tightened and I felt semen crawling up my urethra. “Now” she whispered in my ear and punched her body into my shaft for one last heavy time. Then there was no holding back at all. My cum shot deep inside her vagina and I felt her muscled milking even the last drop from me. She.