Many times. It seemed really normal. Do you know how much fun it is to be able to laugh and play when you’re having sex? It’s not all about the ri...ht positions and always cumming at the right time and pleasing your partner and being in love.“What about love and sex?” I asked.“I’m entirely in favor of it,” Max said. ”It’s an even more wonderful thing. But the point is, you don’t have to be in love for sex to be fun and pleasurable and worth doing.”I was shocked at first, but felt strangely. NOW, he was fucking her hard. Hell, he was fucking her so hard, she was afraid her cunt would break. Instead, he came suddenly and withdrew from her immediately, so much so that she felt a bit bereft. Still, she silently thanked the powers that be that she survived it. Hands still on her tits, he lifted her up, pulling her back against him. He released a sigh of contentment in her ear. Softly, she said, ?Thank you for using me, Sir. I hope I pleased you.? ?You’re welcome, babygirl and you did,. She looked me up and down then pointed to my cock. Holy fuck. I didn’t even realise that I had gotten hard while thinking about her, I was only wearing my old dressing gown which had parted to reveal my stiffness for the whole world to see. I quickly grabbed the cushion from behind my back and shoved it into my lap, covering my erect cock. I looked back up at her, so embarrassed that my cousin saw I got a hard-on over her. I couldn’t hold eye contact for more than a couple of seconds. I had. He was short and square of build with the heavy musculature around the chest and shoulders that is witness to many hours spent pulling on the yew bow. His countenance might be best described as open; comely enough; a good Welsh face with much bone and heavy brows beneath the russet-brown hair. He was perhaps barely twenty but it was difficult to judge, his skin burnt teak-brown by the strong sun of the Holy Land.He was roused from his reverie by a shout; a high, panicked sound that ended.