While those reasons might have been true, Annie’s confession of emotional withdrawal cleared up a lot of my questions. I got up from the bench and ...ollowed after Annie. I found her a short way down the path standing and staring out at the pond, trying to fight back her tears. I grabbed her hand and led her over to a bench. I didn’t have any tissues to give her, but I did try to blot her eyes with the arm of my sweater. She smiled at the gesture, and made a noticeable effort to pull herself. As my dick touched her hole she looked at me. “take it slow, please…” I heard both a bit of fear but also excitement in her voice. I pushed slightly, her pussy pushed back but all the moisture helped me push through. It took a second before I felt the head pop inside. I had to push in and pull out a bit and repeat till I got in deep enough. I only got a little bit in when I felt her hymn blocking my way. I looked at her and she was preparing herself, her eyes were open, filled with a mix of. As my pussy eased and stretched taking the whole thing in at once I slowly pulled it back out and then slammed it in again, hard and fast. Moaning, I repeated it again and again, slowly out, fast and hard and deep on the way in. The pace began to pick up, fucking myself so hard my tits were bouncing with every thrust. My legs were spread wide as my right hand fucked my toy in and out of my hot pussy and my left hand moved fast stroking, pulling, plucking at my hard clit and swollen pussy. We did all our shopping and scavenged lunch before Sarah burst in."Can Henry meet me here?" Hello, Sarah," said Rachel. "Would you like to expand on that?" Huh? Hi, Rachel. I want him to see the fireworks. We'll go down by the Harbour. We could meet here or downtown." No problem," I said. "I think Rachel thought you wanted to use the flat for an assignation." Oh. No. That's not a problem." Why don't you meet him near the Gallery? He lives near there and it'd be crazy to come here and then go.