Kyle's eyes roved over my body with approval, especially when they came torest at my crotch. Although the hair on my head was an utterly average brown...the hair at my crotch was a fine golden blond. My cock was fine (in my ownhumble opinion {and that of every lover I had ever had}), not as huge as aporn-star's, but adequate to every job it had ever been asked to do, andperfectly complimented by a perfect pair of naturally hairless balls. I wasvery proud of my genitals - they were the best part. “You’re spoiled, you know that?” he says, pushing a finger into her, and she gasps. Mat has his other hand splayed against her back, keeping her bent over, Abby’s hands gripping the edge of the counter by her hips. He works his digit in and out of her for a moment, then slips a second finger into her, loving the way she has to stretch for him. His two fingers are nothing compared to the circumference of his cock. He imagines pushing that into her, and is somehow harder than he was a minute. Simon's father had recently re-married, his mother had died suddenly and tragically three or so years before. I remember how Simon had been cut up about his loss and now that his step mom was the former housekeeper he wasn't keen to talk about it. He took a pragmatic view saying that he would be away to university and out of it soon in any case.The summer house was on the bottom terrace, in a secluded glade and not visible from the main house. It was cosy and set up as a den. It had power and. I was out of control. He was as well. He drove his tongue deep in me and tongue fucked my hole. He zeroed in on my clit and started circling it, alternately licking softly and sucking gently. “Baby, you taste so good,” I heard him say. At least I thought that’s what I thought I heard him say. He was eating my pussy like a man possessed. Knowing precisely how to get me off, he worked his fingers inside me and he started rubbing my spot. Now, I’m a strong woman. I need to be in control.