Iscampered off to grab a clean towel from the kitchen. I came back tofind Matt stripped out of his pants. That would have been one shock, thefurther...shocks were that this was also the moment I learnt that Mattwears a lacy g-string for underwear, and, very visibly, somethingsignificant was straining to get out of that underwear.There was a moment of silence. I was stood, wide eyed and mouth open,holding an empty glass and Matt, wet pants on the floor, sat, notuncomfortably, looking back at. I was taken aback by her sudden action. Before I say anything she again kept her lips on mine.She opened her mouth and I started sucking her tongue and exploring every corner of her mouth. After a long smooch, we broke and I tried to grab her boobs. But she stopped me and said that’s not the right place.She took me far into that yard and there were a small shed and cot in that. As soon as we reached there I pushed her into the cot and I went on top of her. I started smooching and biting her. ...WHACK! again and again, 4 times on each cheek and this hand now firmly gripping me starts to stroke, my knees are weakening but thank god my panties have fallen to my ankles allowing me to spread my legs as I managed to kick one foot free, leaning on my elbows, gasping for more, my hips now rocking in time to the stroking of my little (getting bigger) cock, then a whisper in my ear ..... I'm going to Fuck You, and Fuck You and Fuck You again till you beg me to stop, this sweet babygirl voice. Don't take it out yet." She whispered in his ear, her tongue following her words, reaming his ear in a feeble attempt to build Michael's excitement one more time. She was not completely satisfied, and he would do anything not to disappoint her. Michael moved out from under her, ignoring her complaints. He turned her over on her back then quickly moved down between her legs, placing his mouth on her pussy and began to suck hard. Her clitoris was swollen and larger than any other he had ever.