Yeh joke sun kar sabke pet me hanste hanste bal pad gaye. Tabhi dance shuru ho gaya. Ek gori chitti english ladki poore kapdo ke saath akeli hi naachn... lagi. Sabhi ka dhyan uski taraf gaya. Ladaki ka badan poora gadraya huwa aur kafi lachak dart ha. Apne dance se sabko mohit kar rahi thi. Dance ke beech hi charo mardo ne apne liye repeat sharab lane ka order diya. Waitress order lete huye jhuki aur order note karne lagi. Uske boobs ki garmi sabhi ne mahsoos ki. Uske medium size ke boobs ko dekh. Her breaths were getting shallower and faster, and I could feel her hips start to spasm and her legs shake beneath me."Do it!" she whispered. "Harder... fuck me harder, Brad...”I squeezed and sucked her tits, and she gasped a barely audible whimper.“Yesssss.” She moaned.I thrust faster, more violently, struggling to remain in control of my own orgasm until she came. It didn't take her long. She experienced a series of multiple small orgasms followed by a significant body shaking orgasm that. Trish looked at me. ‘I had no idea it could be like that!’ she said. ‘I’ve never done it in this position before, standing up. I can’t believe how good it felt, how deep you could get, I can’t believe I came with your finger up my arse.’ I smiled again. ‘You are one stunningly sexy woman’ I said. ‘ You deserve more than this!’ Trish suddenly realised I was still hard. ‘You didn’t come?’ she asked. ‘Not yet’ I grinned. I grabbed her tightly and lifted her up and carried her to the bed, and let. I felt as though I was soaking up her pain, pulling it out of her, letting her be the woman she could be, not the wannabe wife she'd been for the last six months.Okay, so that's all bullshit but I wanted her to have good feelings, to be a woman that could pull a man in and enjoy it, and feel so good she'd know she could do it again.Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was telling Carol what I was doing. That inner voice was giving a running commentary as if Carol was there. I know I'm not a.