I sure was not going to stop him, it was clear to me that he loved licking a woman's vagina, oh, I can't believe I said the V word, I meant to say Pus...y or in my case CUNT. He kept at me between my legs. The way he was doing it made me think, this was not his first time.It was all I could do to remain standing; I ended up sliding all the way down to the floor. Once on the floor, I turned my body around and he was licking me from the rear. I could feel his tongue digging deep in he, and me even. She reckoned Uncle Stan’s girlfriend was a real bad lot, eyes far too close together and shifty.”“Exactly so. You’ve got a good eye for character, honey. I take it Mike told you the backstory? I have to remember to take the picture down whenever Stan and Pamela come to visit; Pamela doesn’t like being reminded that Stan dated someone else seriously enough to invite her to be in the wedding party. That girl was trouble; my mother and I were both pleased to see the back of her. Stan did a whole. ‘Hi!’ he called, with a smile. She slowed down as she reached him and smiled. ‘Do you live around here?’ he asked, pushing her to see him as trustworthy. ‘Just down the street.’ she said. He smiled. ‘Do you live alone?’ ‘No.’ she said. ‘But my boyfriend’s at work.’ ‘How fortunate! How about we go back to your place and get to know each other a bit better?’ — The blonde, whose name he hadn’t bothered to learn, led him into the house and offered him a drink. He declined, and slipped another. “You dirty bastard, like it rough as well do you?” Karen screamed as Stephen’s cock rammed up her cunt. One hand reached round to squeeze her tits as the other pulled her back by her hair.“Oh Stephen, yes go on do me”“Dirty slag, if you want to be a whore, I will treat you like one!!” Stephen had changed now, beginning to take control. While fucking her pussy he now started to finger her arse. “Like that bitch? Do you? “Oh yes, god stick your dick up there, use me” Karen was now totally out.