"Nothing is wrong, it's just I never thought that this could be so great," he said running his hand through his hair. I crawled over to him and said, ...That's good to hear, I think this thing we have is amazing." I ran my hands up his legs and over his erect penis. I stood up and he grabbed me as I put my legs around his waist, and he put me up against the wall. He took his hard cock and entered me again, thrusting his cock deep inside me. We moved as one up and down the wall. His thick, hard. "I dunno," said Sharon. "He may be working but I'll let you know." Fine. I haven't discussed this with Richard yet but I gather there's rather a good pub at Willingford. We could bring the girls back with us and go there for a celebratory lunch. I'm sure we won't be able to do it after the match itself because I imagine there'll be a special lunch at Marlborough for the teams."Sharon chuckled. "If we reckon it's a good pub this Saturday we could always go back again the next, couldn't. She climbed onto the bed beside me, then spun to straddle my face with her hands grabbing my breasts. She slowly lowered her hairy and soaking wet pussy onto my face, moaning in anticipation. "One good turn deserved another," she advised me as her thick bush tickled my chin and nose. "Just lick it, sweetie," she advised. Margie started to grind her hips over my mouth. She then sat, her pussy landing on my mouth. Her weight was suffocating. I opened my mouth, gasping for air but sucking. My cock is average length (about 7 ½”) but thicker than most (over 2 ½”) and as hard as it has ever been. “Can I touch it?” she asked. Before I could answer her she had her hand wrapped around it with the other one rubbing my balls and couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Have you ever touched a dick before?” I asked. “no, this id my first time.” she answered. “What do you think?” I asked. “I want to make it cum!” she replied. I suggested we go back to the bed as she took me reached out hand and I.