Feet appeared before the stall door, a pair of black Mary Janes over white socks, frilly bands at the ankles. My heart beat faster and faster. The sta...l door wasn’t locked, just closed. It creaked. Delicate fingers, nails painted pink, grasped the top.Paused.Please, please come in. I wanted to shout that. My heart screamed in my chest. Fresh beads of cream worked down my thighs. My nasty cunt burned for the humiliation to come. To please my Sister-Mistress and make it up to Tonya and the other. A dumbing-down." Maybe. But bringing Mozart to the masses should be a good thing." Anyway, the voices were lovely and the orchestra was great. So it's the production, not the opera." Okay. Anyway, we're nearly home."When Rachel got home the next afternoon she told me "His name's Mark and he comes from some small town north of Tamworth. He said his family's involved with horses called fish."I burst out laughing. "Not fish, sweetheart, 'walers'." Whales?" No. Walers are horses bred in New South. So I reached forward to gently caress her breasts and slid slowly and deliberately in and out of her, with the occasional visit up past the clitty. She wriggled and gyrated in unison to my movements and was panting in big breaths so as not to moan. Normally doggy fashion is a position that is within the session, as lovemaking is a giving thing and I prefer my partner to climax just before, or with me I do this by hovering above her with only my penis in contact with her region of delight,. Ive known Mike a long time, but a few years ago his job moved him away and we hadn't seen him. So when he phoned and asked if he could stay a couple of nights we were happy to oblige. Mike is divorced, a good looking guy still, and both of us like him a lot. I know he's always been very complimentary about C so I looked forward to his visit. After we'd eaten we all went off to the pub, and drank much more than was usual for us. At one point C went off to the loo, and Mike leaned on the bar and.