I'm completely open to the deepest parts of my pussy. More photos though. Standing in front of the full length mirror on the inside of my closet door....I keep the camera high so it blocks my face, and take seven photos. With my legs apart, together, pushing up a boob, pulling on my slick pussy lips, etc. He got me into this and I have to admit it's added something more to the oomph of playing with my collection of bottles. I have photos like this documenting the effects of fucking about ten. I find that my heart rate more than doubles as the train starts to slow down as it approaches Paddington station. Anxiety sets in. I wonder what she will be wearing? Will she recognise me? Will I recognise her? Then it dawns on me and I wonder what she sounds like. I find myself thinking that perhaps we should have spoken first. Maybe I’ll stay on the train and deny my destiny.I suddenly realise that this is the moment of truth as the train comes to a halt. I take a deep breath and watch as. While one hand thrust the fake cock in and out, the otherwhirled on her clit. Her eyes closed and her head rolled from side to side while the muscles in her legs spasmed. ‘Uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!!!’ Lana groaned. Her body stiffened and began trembling as if she was possessed. Bobby watched their visitor experience ecstasy and his hand was a blur on his cock as he did. He bit his lip hard to stifle his moans as, with a passionate shudder, his seed gushed from him, splattering. The coaches could feel the emotion building in the room, and Coach Baker, the head football coach, decided to try and nip any confrontations in the bud right now.“Valentine! Upfront right now! Everyone else take a knee on me and listen up,” the coach yelled at his defeated team. “We got beat tonight, no big whoop. You’ve decimated many a team before tonight, but tonight we got a taste of it. What do y’all think of it,” he asked as he looked several players directly in their faces. Each one.